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[Spoken]: This is the story of Elisabeth Bathori

Her Blood is Ours...

Pure, Hungarian Blood...

Dark Castle

Occult Carols Sound

Women... Crying

Eternally Satisfied

Elisabeth did not rest this night

Her youth ensorcelled through bleak eyes

The dead girls are courting her

Upon deadly mystic circles lines

Pricking needles under ladys nails

Their frozen bodies buried alive

[Chorus]: Oh, how I love to feel your breath

I lust to be the lover of death

Desires become truths

Evil prayers are heard

By Elisabeth Bathori

The countess of my fire

You are her sacrifice

You will give your blood

She bathes in your essence

[Spoken]: Welcome my youth, alike to before

More complete than ever... by blood...

By blood all is cleansed

Oh I feel the magic... I fly....

Fly towards the moon....

Countess, it´s your night

Haunted by your wildest desires

Possessed by bestial lust

You are the goddess of love

(Repeat Chorus)

Her mind is insatiable

She craves virgins blood evermore

Her flames will never die

Surrounded by inferial glory

(Repeat Chorus)