In Blood Remained

As I wandered through darkest dale

A blood-red weeping victim of betrayal

Sighs all scars be gone the countess young

And then she died within my arms

I took a look and saw real doom

An old dark lock in the light of moon

Bathory of Ecsed, owner of estate

An old cruel bitch fraught with hate

A frisson thrilled my mind

A remote cry filled the sky

A trace of death