A1

Hey pretty ketamine
Join me and my vicodine
Come and meet a new dawn
Grey morn, same old.
Vanity and cruelty
Profanity, insanity,
Those legendary traits of
The Countess Bathory

Suicides, runaways, and
Kidnapping mysteries
All lies and deception
Coming near perfection.
A boarding school dormitory
Filled with juvenility is
To Elizabeth Bathory
Like a virgin girl factory.


B

Like Elizabeth Bathory in a virgin girl factory.


A2

On one day
Fine day of
Brushwork that hurt
Made a sound
Slap slap drew blood
It ocurred to her
She had a cure
Not for cancer but
An ilness that
Possessed much more danger.

The coming of old age,
The bringer of her rage,
To petite girls it
Brought much pain.
Fire, shackles,
Cuts and mad chuckles,
Nothing was gained
With the young blood drained.


B

Like Elizabeth Bathory in a virgin girl factory.


C

Hey, back in the day
Locked away
In the castle of pain
When they came that day
Found their way
There was hell to pay


B

Like Elizabeth Bathory in a virgin girl factory.


D

So it did end;
Walls caved in
On me
Who shall
Never be free.
Oh, how sad
All those young lives
I took
And now it's my time but
Oh how I feel fine
Though I built this road
That leads to the pits
Down below.