"This is a story about Elizabeth Bathory Her blood is ourselves... clean, Hungarian blood..."
Dark castle, occult carols sound, woman...crying ... eternally satisfied Elizabeth did not slept tonight her gouth ensorcelled through black eyes The dead girls are courting her upon deadly magic circles lines she pierce needles under ladies nails their frosted bodies buried alive
Oh! how I love to feel your breath I just to be the lover of Death desires become truths evil prayers are heard by Elizabet Bathory The countess of my fire
You're also her sacrifice you will give your blood Because she must have a bath welcome my youth, a life before... more complete then ever... by blood Oh yes by the blood I was encored Oh I feel the magic...I fly towards the moon.. Countess it is your night you haunted by your wild desires possessed by bestial lust you are the goddess of the love
Oh! how I love to feel your breath I just to be the lover of Death desires become truths evil prayers are heard by Elizabet Bathory The countess of my fire
Her mind is insatiable she craves virgins' blood evermore Her flames will never die... surrounded by infernal glory
Oh how I love to feel your breath I just to be the lover of Death desires become truths evil prayers are heard by Elizabet Bathory The countess of my fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
