ELIZABETH BATHORY

Venid a mi nubes,

alzaos cual fatal tormenta para destriparlas,

que el manto nocturno se testigo y

destruya a quienes resisten y buscan mi dolor.

Que con sus sangre yo me lave,

por la belleza eterna...

Yo os lo pido.

Come to me, clouds

May you rise as an evil storm

born to rip them open,

Let the cover of night bear witness

and destroy those who resist

so they shall harm me not,

Let the blood of many cleanse me,

preserving beauty eternal,

I pray you...