Báthory in Bloodshed

Imprisoned in a bastion 

Overlooking storm, 

A hand of shaking malice 

Scratching at brick and board, 

Kissing crimson consorts 

Dripping her garden nectar 

Vilified waking moans, 

Sounding from her bathtub 

Her gilded cunt found comfort 

In dawns houses made of strife 

Presided by desperation 

To feel a damning devil's plight 

Orgasmic pearls pull tongue 

Leaking out crystal moons 

A mother of abomination 

Breaking in her witches womb 

In a house carved of Usher 

She sat on the bones of broken masters, 

Coveting Báthory screams that pleasure brings 

Bleeding out in her final laughter 

At window, she weeps 

Gripping rosary 

Disparaged is the one who watched, 

As the lord ran deep 

She was sure to reach 

Her fucking by the wooden cross!

With splinters, she moaned, of Augustine moats 

While pulling nails from her happy spot, 

The closer she came, the heavens rang, 

Opening her gates as her choir called.