[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)
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