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Climbing the dark slopes of the mountains,

by rough, worn paths,

with the only company of the moon,

the rest at its summit... the forgotten castle.

It was in its glory times

stronghold of domination above the crags,

proudly waved in its flags

the Erzebeth's coat of arms widely feared.

Chorus:

Csejthe, powerful castle of death,

the most pleasant to the Countess Bathory;

there she fulfilled her bloodlust

and its walls became her dark grave.

Damned castle rest in the shadows

of those inaccessible peaks,

still in its dungeons screams of sacrificed maidens

are heard in the night.

Csejthe are only ruins, shadows of the past,

but its presence has power yet

dominating for centuries in Carpathian fields.

This is the power of a name... Countess Bathory.

And the fight of the bloody countess

is seen wandering... pale as the moon

walking by its halls... Countess Bathory.