With virgin blood the tub is filled
Her victims gasp for breath
The Blood Countess finds eternal youth
And succeeds in cheating death 


Walled up inside the Csejthe Castle,
Elizabeth waits to die
Condemned for the murder of nubile virgins,
she bled to beautify
Succumbing to the wrinkles of age, is what she feared the most
Now all that remains of Bathory, is a legend and her ghost