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In ancient halls, where shadows crept,

The Blood Countess in darkness slept;

Her beauty gone, her spirit wept,

In haunted dreams that shadows kept.

A girl’s pale face, so young and fair,

With eyes that held a ghostly stare;

A silent specter everywhere,

Her gaze an everlasting snare.

At first, dismissed as madness near,

A fading trick of age and fear;

Yet soon the face grew sharp and clear,

A presence Erzsébet could not steer.

A girl’s pale face, so young and fair,

With eyes that held a ghostly stare;

A silent specter everywhere,

Her gaze an everlasting snare.

Each night the girl would closer come,

With silent steps, a haunting hum;

A wraith with eyes that rendered numb,

An omen of the blood to come.

Through storms, by candlelight she’d stay,

In sorrow’s gaze where secrets lay;

And Erzsébet could not look away,

From eyes that stole her breath away.

“Who are you?” came the Countess’s cry,

But silence answered her reply;

The ghost stood cold, with sorrow high,

A judgment none could yet defy.

A memory of blood then stirred,

Of prayers for youth her victims heard;

Yet now her beauty, blurred and blurred,

Left only whispers of the absurd.

The girl remained, her eyes severe,

A victim Erzsébet held dear;

A face once pure, untouched by fear,

Returned, relentless, ever near.

A girl’s pale face, so young and fair,

With eyes that held a ghostly stare;

A silent specter everywhere,

Her gaze an everlasting snare.

She raised her hand, so cold and thin,

An icy touch upon her skin;

The Countess’s heart shook within,

As shadows closed her frail, dark sin.

A girl’s pale face, so young and fair,

With eyes that held a ghostly stare;

A silent specter everywhere,

Her gaze an everlasting snare.

The girl’s lips moved with chilling tone,

A truth that froze her to the bone:

"Eternal youth is not your own,"

A judgment passed, cold as stone.

A trembling fear began to spread,

As darkness gathered round her bed;

In wraithlike faces of the dead,

She saw the blood her soul had bled.

And then she knew, her fate was sealed,

A spirit lost, her beauty peeled;

Forever cursed, her fate revealed,

To seek what time would never yield.

Now by her ghostly form betrayed,

She wanders halls where shadows played;

Her voice still mourns in desperate shade,

“Forgive the monster I have made.”