Satan calls down desolate halls But the blood countess has been bled Through the rusted, iron gates Isabel and Mircalla had fled
Liquid shadows cast by the blood from her past A burning emblem of sanctity Gaping wounds drip on dark runes She knows her death will be legendary
They behead the bitch, put her head on a stake Hang her body high and watch it go up in flames The inverted cross lights up the night The vampire women of Hell won this vampiric fight Her castle stands tall like a cathedral Her elixir of youth did her no good Maniacal laughter still haunts the chambers And the blood just pools where she once stood
A Dark Rendezvous In A Moldering Tomb Blood Moon Howls From Hell's Bowels
They behead the bitch, put her head on a stake Hang her body high and watch it go up in flames The inverted cross lights up the night The vampire women of Hell won this vampiric fight Proudly they stand, with her head in their hands Over the village they exclaim, it was her life they have claimed The plague of blood is over with all the drained veins Fire devours the night as she goes up in flames
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