I refuse to follow the path of the righteous
As I believe in the power of Izanagi
Forbidden knowledge I will unleash
My curse will last for eternity

The word is death, your own death is stalking you
Torment of hell, an infernal spell cast upon you
Trapped for eternity, it's your destiny
Your fate lies in the cruelty in my eyes

Kegare Sawari, the symbol of obscenity
In tales untold except in dread whispers
Eating your flesh and draining vitality
Travelling across the inverted river

Seven altars, seven stones
Seven hells, seven graves
12 dolls, 73 nails
Rokudougohei the inverted blade

Now I release all of my spite
Which lurks in the very depth of my being
Secret rite of Izanagi held at midnight
Calling forth names with ancient meaning

Cursed for eternity, where your soul will languish
Before Izanagi's power you fools are vanquished
Daiitoku rages from the three-sided altar
Making a straw doll to bring about your fall

Die!

Vomiting blood you're condemned to hell,
the stake will seal the curse inside
In shoulders, shin and in the heart I impale the doll five times
May you and all your kin be annihilated by my curse
The light of life fades as the midnight rites are versed

Let the blood-flowers bloom
Burn, wither; your blood is red
Let the blood-flowers bloom
Torn to pieces; your blood is black
My spell will seal your fate

With all my malice and hate

Fear!

Summoning Fudo to appear, Shikiouji
21, 33, 49 Izanagi
Annihilation,
Incineration,
Now the fatal seven keys are locked
Reincarnation of the infernal spirit

Now I release all of my spite
Which lurks in the very depth of my being
Secret rite of Izanagi held at midnight
Calling forth names with ancient meaning

Instrumental

Welcoming the virgins fair, to live a noble life
In the castle known to all - the Count's infernal wife
She invites the peasants with endless lavish foods
But, when evening spreads it wings, she rapes them of their blood

Countess Bathory
Countess Bathory

All day long the virgins sit and feast on endless meals
The Countess laughs and sips her wine - her skin doth crack and peel
But when nightime fills the air one must pay the price
The Countess takes her midnight bath with blood that once gave life

Countess Bathory
Countess Bathory

Living in her self styled Hell, the Countess dressed in black
Life's so distant - death's so near - no blood to turn time back
The castle walls are closing in, she's crippled now with age
Welcomes death with open arms - the reaper turns the page

Countess Bathory
Countess Bathory