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A mysterious woman in the version of tales
Tells the story of acts so terrible and depraved
She likes to feel your face bathed in blood
To pratice the cruel act, torturing slowly

Buried in the Grounds of Bathory

Possessed by mad fantasies that take your senses
Like a spear of fire and a horse of wings
After midnight, she bathes in the blood of virgins
Reinvigorating his youth with beauty and vanity

Buried in the Grounds of Bathory

In the dungeons of castle echoes the cries of agony
Needles through flesh, for the eternal punishment
Undressing young women to cover their bodies with honey
Leaving her at the mercy of butcher insects

Buried in the Grounds of Bathory

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