Hidden in vaporous shadows the castle arises,
Guarded by winds a glance of beauty,
But malice lurking behind,
Where the countess gracefully lies.
Blessed by a velvet skin with ebony hair,
Cheeks like fresh snow, so white.
Gliding through the forest by innocence lead,
Being observed by a glimpsing satanic sight.
While tragedy rages through the lonely nights,
To find the pitiable sacrifice,
cause just slow death can her satisfy.
In fear the virgin whimpers, as the ravenous voice is
Tempted by lust of their sadistical choice.
Bleeding for beauty.