Virgin thirteen
Escaped his hand
The count was sentenced to death
For ritualistic crimes
Execution day
He vowed to avenge his death
Drawn and quartered by public display
The remains were burned away
35 years pass
He returned from the grave
To kill the one
That watched him die
The count needs the blood
Of the baroness
Lured by the spell
She traveled to his castle
Forest of corpses and hanging limbs
Did not stop her fate
Potion made from blood
Taken from the victim
Must be complete
To gain immortal life
There is no way out
Of this horrible place
Caught in his web
In the dungeon of death
Potion made from blood
Taken from the victim
Must be complete
To gain immortal life
Watch out!!!
Castle, of Count Sadist
Castle, of Count Sadist
Baroness, in chains
Is now the sacrifice
The pit and pendulum swings
The hour glass runs dry
Time of offerings here