[bad word] 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 Countess laughs and sips her wine - her skin doth crack and peel 
 But when nightime 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 [bad word]  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
 [bad word] death with open arms - the reaper turns the page 

 Countess Bathory 
 Countess Bathory