The Bloody Countess

[Verse 1] In the halls of Čachtice, shadows dance and creep, A lonely queen, forever cursed, yet longing still to weep. Mirrors show the passing years, a thief she cannot fight, So crimson flows like liquid gold beneath the pale moonlight. The air is thick with silent cries, a symphony of dread, Perfumed halls and velvet walls disguise the blood they shed. A single rose upon her throne, its petals tinged with red, A warning whispered through the dark: beware the path you tread. [Pre-Chorus] They call her monster, whisper fear, But in her heart, she sheds a tear. A prisoner of time’s cruel art, A shattered soul, a bleeding heart. [Chorus] Bathed in blood, she whispers the spell, A cursed enchantress, in darkness she dwells. The mirror reflects what the night cannot see, A thousand souls lost, but never set free. Báthory, drowning in the past, Chasing youth that never lasts. A tragic queen in scarlet chains, Bound by whispers, lost in pain. [Verse 2] She walks among the empty halls, where echoes softly wail, The ghosts of all she tried to keep now tell their mournful tale. Her beauty fades, her hands are stained, but still, she can’t let go, For every drop she spills in vain, her sins begin to grow. The stars above refuse to shine upon her cursed domain, The howling wind through hollow towers sings a dirge of shame. The night devours, the past remains, no veil can hide the truth, A kingdom ruled by agony, a graveyard draped in youth. [Pre-Chorus] She prays for mercy, none remains, The past is carved into her veins. A dying wish, a nameless face, Still trapped inside this cold embrace. [Chorus] Bathed in blood, she whispers the spell, A cursed enchantress, in darkness she dwells. The mirror reflects what the night cannot see, A thousand souls lost, but never set free. Báthory, drowning in the past, Chasing youth that never lasts. A tragic queen in scarlet chains, Bound by whispers, lost in pain. [Bridge] The mirror cracks, the truth unveiled, A kingdom built on dreams that failed. No potion, spell, nor sacrifice Can grant her soul eternal life. The whispers rise, the walls decay, The ghosts she made won’t fade away. Their hollow eyes, their silent cries, Forever haunt her sleepless nights. [Final Chorus] Bathed in blood, she whispers the spell, A cursed enchantress, in darkness she dwells. The mirror reflects what the night cannot see, A thousand souls lost, but never set free. The Bloody Countess, drowning in regret, Cursed to live, but won’t forget. A tragic queen in scarlet chains, Bound by whispers, lost in pain.