The Bloody Countess

Minor-key dark orchestral fusion with solo viola/violin lead, low brass clusters, tremolo strings, and ominous choir pads over bass guitar, heavy haunted toms, and punchy kick-snare hits, Evil synth stabs and a creepy synth melody cut through; dark piano arpeggios and a mournful violin solo drive raw, desperate female vocals with close-mic grit and long reverb tails

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[Verse 1] They all knew your name Living on top of the world But evil lurked inside When you looked at those girls A deep craving need For torture and pain So you and your servants Grabbed them from the rain You locked them away And you took your time Cutting and stabbing With no care for crime It brought you pleasure As you cooked their flesh Feeding them scraps Before stealing their breath [Pre-chorus] In go the pins Before grinding the meat Hot pokers in ribs And blades in their feet [Chorus] (Bloody Countess) How many were taken Three hundred or four You're lost in your lust Which always needs more (The Bloody Countess) Bathing in blood Poison on your tongue How much is enough How long till you're done (Bloody Countess) [Whispered] (Elizabeth Bathory) [Verse 2] Collecting digits With pins in the skin Their beatings were daily Suffering without sin But it brought you joy As they stood in the snow Stomachs all hollow Making cold water flow For years you worked on From your position up high Liking the sound Of their very last sigh Endless mind games With pieces removed You undid gods work And called it improved [Pre-chorus] In went the pins Before grinding the meat Hot pokers in ribs And blades in the feet [Chorus] (Bloody Countess) How many were taken Three hundred or four You're lost in your lust Which always needs more (The Bloody Countess) Bathing in blood Poison on your tongue How much is enough How long till your done (Elizabeth Bathory) (Elizabeth Bathory) [Bridge] But they came for you And took you away Locking you up Dying where you stay [Chorus] (Bloody Countess) How many were taken Three hundred or four You're nothing but dust Deserving much more (The Bloody Countess) There is no more blood Your time here is done You've done more than enough We caught you, we won (Elizabeth Bathory) (Elizabeth Bathory)

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