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- - - BATHORY - - -

Tapestries and holy relics hung upon her walls
When the first winter Hungarian moon graced her form
Bathing in the blood of the victims in the hall

Devilment and merriment
Scorn with malcontent
A scourge to deliver
Flocks of nubile flesh
Into lifeless cadavers

I wish I could dine a thousand times
At your unholy banquet
Overlooking god fearing pulpits

I wish I could die a thousand times
Cradled to your frigid breasts
Suffer Lady Bathory's caress

Sacrifice the sacrament
When prayers are rent
Innocent agony
Strip the nubile flesh
And feed on misery

Orgasmic throes in the blood of twisted marionettes
I sipped from her tongue rivers of crimson delights
As she lashed my flesh with rusted bayonets

When she awakes adorned in cemetery dirt
Smelling so sweetly of the roses on her grave
Her eyes burn red in the embrace of dusk's rebirth

I wish I may pine a thousand times
To regale her with laments
To The Blood Countess I must submit

I wish I could die a thousand times
Cradled to your frigid breasts
Suffer Lady Bathory's caress

I long to feast
On your supple flesh
Laceration
Ejaculation
Bath me in your blood

"Smear your noble blood on my skin,
Elizabeth,
So I can be your scarlet god."

(c) 2015 Frank Green