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Welcoming the virgins fair. To live
a noble life. In the castle known to all. The Count's infernal wife. She
invites the peasants with. Endless lavish foods. But, when evening spreads it
wings. She rapes them of their blood. Countess Bathory. Countess Bathory. All
day long the virgins sit. And feast on endless meals. The Countless laughs and
sips her wine. Her skin doth crack and peel. But when nighttime fills the air. One
must pay the price. The Countess takes her midnight bath. With blood that once
gave life. Countess Bathory. Countess Bathory. Living in her self styled Hell. The
Countess dressed in black. Life's so distant - death's so near. No blood to
turn time back. The castle walls are closing in. She's crippled now with age. Welcomes
death with open arms. The reaper turns the page. Countess Bathory. Countess
Bathory.