Upon the slopes of Mount Castiche
Lies an evil thought deceased
Sadistic demon in human form
Upon which corpses she'd adorn

Shades of crimson to preserve
Vital youth for which she yearned
Frozen handmaids, shallow graves
Testament to lives she'd take

Elizabeth, my Bathory
A tale of exquisite murder
She bathes still in virgin blood
The Countess in Red

In red
Blood red
Blood red

Her sick addiction was never quenched
Six hundred then and thousands since
Died of torture one and all
Listen close, you'll hear them call

Hear their cries upon the wind
Virgins on the altar bed
Echoing forevermore
From behind her chamber door

Elizabeth, my Bathory
A tale of exquisite murder
She bathes still in virgin blood
The Countess in Red

Now she's emerging from her chamber...
Screams cut short with peals of laughter

Something's gone wrong inside
Her quest for youth won't die
So grows the pool of blood
To fill her clawfoot tub

Something's gone wrong inside
Her thirst for blood won't die
So grows the pile of dead
Upon the altar bed

The altar bed...

The Countess in Red
In red
Blood red
Blood red

Elizabeth, my Bathory
A tale of exquisite murder
She bathes still in virgin blood
My Countess in Red...

The Countess In Red (Demo)

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Punk? Metal? Goth? An amalgamation of bodily fluids and radioactive materials?

Who knows, who cares!