Letras
On fields of blood, I earned my name
The Turks still curse the soldier's flame
I carved my glory blade by blade
And Hungary was mine, remade
I split the sky with fire and steel
I taught the Sultan's sons to kneel
For every head, my sword let fly
The King himself would toast the sky
A soldier's blind eye, a soldier's pride
Blood on the battlefield, bride at my side
What are the screams of just a few
I've bathed in blood just like you
They call her cruel? They call her mad
Let nobles whisper all they had
She is my wife, my crimson queen
And fear is power, sharp and clean
A soldier's blind eye, a soldier's pride
Blood on the battlefield, bride at my side
What are the cries of a girl in the night
I've slain a thousand and called it right
I see no evil, I count no sin
When the crown is strong and the foe is thin
The blade, the lash, the iron rod
We make the law, we are the gods
A soldier's blind eye, a soldier's fame
History bends to the Bathory name
What are the ghosts of a maiden's tears
I've drowned whole nations across the years