Blood Upon Bathory: The Countess Part 1

The Countess awaits in her bathing chambers
For the next virgin sacrifice
The secret to eternal beauty
Lies with the young flesh, will suffice
Bathing in the blood of the innocent is
Her way to deal with age
Slitting the young girl’s throats
It seems, is a perfect way to feed the rage

     (Bring me another one
     And another one
     I dine on their final breath
     Bring me another one
     And another one
     I will relish in their death.)

In her orgasmic throes she plans for centuries
To the drink blood of the young
How else would she retain her grace
Else she might slowly decay into crumbs
Age will finally wither her flesh to dust
If the young are not kept in supply
She must always keep them all on tap
If she will keep her beauty as her prize


     (Bring me another one
     And another one
     I dine on their final breath
     Bring me another one
     And another one
     I will relish in their death.)

Hiding from the sun and inquisitions
That come with jealous reek
Late evening transformations
Inside her bathing chambers come a beast
Screams that never escape the grounds
A rending like a loup-garou
Is not a beast, but Elizabeth
For her strength, the blood runs true

In the grip of lingering death
They all go home to Hell!

     (Bring me another one
     And another one
     I dine on their final breath
     Bring me another one
     And another one
     I will relish in their death.)