I saw them enter one by one
and leave in rays of setting sun.
I saw them flying to the stars
and fall into each others' scars.
I fought so earnest to defend her
who to this day they won't surrender.
They say "she's ours"
but are the stars?
She still has them,
she's their gem.
She's their money, she's their life,
made life sunny by their strife.
Since they locked her in my tower
since her birth and dying hour
they've been captive, will always burn
die to live and it's their turn
to see the prison from the inside
confront what from which they can't hide.
They say they're not on her side,
yet she is their only pride.
Hypocrisy in ending evil,
they're the ones who need the devil.
Gaining from those poor girls' deaths
elated as they take in breaths
scented in the blood of old,
in horror stories ever told.
But the saddest one of all
is the one that tells her fall.
For now who stands to punish their sin,
to make sure liars never win?
They'll always stick to their sad story.
But they still need Erzebet Bathory.