In Blood Remained (Nothgard)

As I wandered through darkest dale A blood-red weeping victim of betrayal Sighs all scars be gone the countess young And then she died within my arms I took a look and saw real doom An old dark lock in the light of moon Bathory of Ecsed, owner of estate An old cruel bitch fraught with hate A frisson thrilled my mind A remote cry filled the sky A trace of death