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"This is the story about Elizabeth Bathory

Her blood is ours... pure Hungarian blood..."

Dark castle, occult carols sound,

Women... crying... eternally satisfied

Elizabeth did not rest this night

Her youth ensorcelled through black eyes

The dead girls are courting her

Upon deadly magic circles' lines

Pricking needles under ladies nails

Their frosted bodies buried alive

[Chorus :]

Oh, how I have to feel your breath

I lust to be lover of death

Desires become truths

Evil prayers are heard

By Elizabeth Bathory

the countess of my fire !

You are 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...

Fly towards the moon..

Countess it is your night

Haunted by your wild desires

Possessed by bestial lust

You are the godess of love

[Chorus :]

Oh, how I have to feel your breath

I lust to be lover of death

Desires become truths

Evil prayers are heard

By Elizabeth Bathory

the countess of my fire !

Insatiable is her mind

she craves virgins' blood evermore

Her flames will never die...

Surrounded by infernal glory

[Chorus :]

Oh, how I have to feel your breath

I lust to be lover of death

Desires become truths

Evil prayers are heard

By Elizabeth Bathory

the countess of my fire !