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Into the noblest blood the Master's seed was sown

Married to gain Hungary's throne

Evil's incarnation, supreme in her day

Her deeds beyond words to her people's dismay

More than six times a hundred maidens fair

Lured into the countess' castle unaware

Dark lady of Hungary obsessed by blood

The virgins trapped in Hell cries in vain to god

Shed your blood oh virgins pure

To feed the wrath of Satan's whore

You've been chosen to let your blood

To make the mistress live for evermore

Gallons of blood she took for vampiric abuse

And for years nobody dared to accuse

But too many virgins vanished on her road to despair

Butchered by cruel servants in the countess' lair

Parents wailing while their daughters disappear

Her people for ages dwelt in terror and fear

Until at last she was caught and tried

Convicted and lacking her bloody diet she died

Cut off the source of virgins pure

Who fed the wrath of Satan's whore

Yet deep within her castle's endless halls

Linger still Erzsébet's desperate calls