The Blood Countess (Elizabeth Bathory...
A thin line of scarlet appears
On the surface of her skin...
A mirror that sends, a touch with grace
Same movement not the same face...
Your rose was the end of me
Your rose was the start of darkness...
The middle of the night
I look out my window...
My hair once blonde
Now black like my soul...
Dearest, do you remember me,
Because I remember you...
Some won't believe, the things I've done.
I hate life, the killing has just begun...
She's shiny
And new...
Busted heart,
busted mind...
Annoyed
is what I am...
A silent forest I found myself to be,
Walking, but it was so dark I could barely see...