There is one who comes for you in your sleep
Bloody sadist, who smiles as you weep
And weep you must, for it’s all you have left
The night of mortality shall end in your death
Moan for her now while you still have a chance
The morning won’t come for you ever again
You fill the basin by which she survives
The blood of the virgin
The six hundred which die
You hear the cry over the hills at night
Bathing in blood, her hellish delight
Reaping the torments of a godless decree
Whilst hearing the cries of Bathory
Author notes
Countess Bathory
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