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Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night |
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Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light |
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A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas |
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Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed |
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To the ravenous wolves that the elements led |
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From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease |
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Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn |
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Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm |
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(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) |
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Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born |
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On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed |
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A tragedy crept to the name Bathory! |
