Текст песни
The Carpathian moon hangs low and stark
A withered rose in a sky of bark
The castle sleeps on its stone-cold throne
But the lady walks in the flesh and bone
Her gown is black as the sinner’s prayer
And the scent of myrrh fills the frosted air
She counts the stars with a hollow gaze
And hums a tune from forgotten days
Oh, fair maids, come, do not weep
The Countess walks while the castle sleeps
A silver needle, a crimson thread
To dye the roses beneath her bed
Hush now, child, your life is sworn
To keep the skin of the Lady born
For beauty lives where the light has fled
And the young blood flows to paint it red
In the dungeon deep, where the torches sigh
A peasant girl meets a hollow eye
She begged for mercy, she prayed for grace
Now a shadow smudged on a stone-cold face
They heard the whispers, they saw the carts
The broken doves with their stolen hearts
But iron bars and a vow of steel
Keep the truth beneath the chapel wheel
Oh, fair maids, come, do not weep
The Countess walks while the castle sleeps
A silver needle, a crimson thread
To dye the roses beneath her bed
Hush now, child, your life is sworn
To keep the skin of the Lady born
For beauty lives where the light has fled
And the young blood flows to paint it red
Is it the sin that keeps her young
Or the viper’s kiss on a frozen tongue
She sees her face in the rippling bowl
A porcelain mask for a ravaged soul
What is a wretch’s fleeting cry
To the greed of a queen who cannot die
The iron maiden’s embrace is cold
For a heart that’s worth more than a crown of gold
They came at dawn with the priest and torch
To find the blood on the dungeon floor
They broke the brick where the shadows hide
And the bitter truth came flowing wide
They sealed her up in her tower high
With a slit of light for a single eye
But they say at night, when the mist is thick
You can hear the scratch of a candlewick
No cross can save, no bell can toll
For the hungry ghost of a stolen soul
She waits for the moon to climb the hill
To drink her fill
To drink her fill
