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That forest filled a death's spirit,

From wonder ladies bodies done,

Their not a drop of blood in veins,

Grandees in rage were fettered by someone.

Trying to return an youth,

Bathering in virgin blood,

She got an only one desire, beauty - splash,

And it brought her on sinful way.

After taken bloody bath,

Standing at the window's path,

Bathory gets some believe,

It must soon youth returned.

So many people ruined,

Women, girls and children for,

But an end is inevitable,

Sentence is fixed and read out her.

"Imprison this Countess in tower,

Till the end of her time's life,

Servants bring on executioner's block,

Stop all burdens, put in stock".

After taken bloody bath,

Standing at the window's path,

Bathory gets some believe,

It must soon youth returned. Returned.