Sixhundred and sixty six bloodless virgins

They were found from under the melting snow

The youth of those tormented pale maidens

Was stolen for the purposes of black magic witch

No blood traces were seen on the snow

Only those corpses like empty shells on the ground

Limbs in chaos without order on the ground

Macabre was that view after offerings were done



Wicked lady countess erszebeth nadasdy

Wicked lady countess erszebeth nadasdy



The dark lady of her castle

Invented the secret of everlasting youth

Accidentally she made a wound for a chamber maid

Maid bled drops of blood on the hand of countess

And behold - that drop of blood

Changed dramatically the surface of her skin

And her skin looked like a young girl's peach cheek

Every time when it was washed by virgin's blood



Wicked lady countess erszebeth nadasdy

Wicked lady countess erszebeth nadasdy



Countess baths in blood

With the help of her servants

Countess baths in blood

Countess erszebeth nadasdy



Countess of everlasting beauty

Countess baths in virgin gore

Countess of everlasting beauty

Countess baths in virgin blood