High in the mountains - In a spire of stone A high-born Countess makes her home The call of a ram's horn - Opens the gates Behind her walls sheer terror awaits Beneath a crimson veil there lies A glint of murder in emerald eyes A charming smile - Invites you in Inside her chambers - Unspeakable sin Radiant skin - Like porcelain She begins to open your veins Hail to Countess Bathory Vampire Queen of Hungary Tonight the royal baths shall flood Deep within the Tower of Blood The smell of iron fills the air With virgin blood she washes her hair Slow torture - Sadistic infliction Feeding her sanguineous addiction Needles holding up your eyes Crying out - You beg to die Hail to Countess Bathory Vampire Queen of Hungary Tonight the royal baths shall flood Deep within the Tower of Blood "From a dreamless sleep - I have now awakened To cull human sheep - From villages taken I seek the most fine - The most fit and fair With features divine - And long flowing hair I've ordered my servants - To round them all up My hunger is fervent - I shall bathe and sup And when I am finished - My mirror shall view No remnants of blemish - My body anew" The great hall is now painted red Incense masks the smell of the dead Hundreds more in unmarked graves Scream all you want - You will not be saved None return from her domain Never shall you live again Eternal pain Hail to Countess Bathory Vampire Queen of Hungary Tonight the royal baths shall flood Deep within the Tower of Blood A grim display of murderous art Her icy blade pierced your quivering heart And now at last - Beautiful death Whispering your final breath: Elizabeth