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
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