[00:04.817]This is a story about Elizabeth Bathory
[00:08.972]Her blood is ourselves...
[00:11.095]Clean, Hungarian blood...
[00:35.824]Dark castle
[00:36.842]Occult carols sound
[00:40.841]Woman...crying
[00:41.838]... eternally satisfied
[00:45.899]Elizabeth did not slept tonight
[00:50.673]Her gouth ensorcelled through black eyes
[01:11.664]The dead girls are courting her
[01:16.527]Upon deadly magic circles lines
[01:21.597]She pierce needles under ladies nails
[01:26.533]Their frosted bodies buried alive
[01:31.697]Oh how I love to feel your breath
[01:35.745]I lust to be the lover of Death
[01:39.739]Desires become truths
[01:41.689]Evil prayers are heard
[01:43.918]By Elizabet Bathory
[01:46.855]The countess of my fire
[02:20.054]You're also her sacrifice
[02:23.957]You will give your blood
[02:27.737]Because she must have a bath
[02:35.449]Welcome my youth, a life before...
[02:41.444]More complete then ever... by blood
[02:44.040]Oh yes by the blood I was encored
[02:45.980]Oh I feel the magic...I fly towards the moon..
[02:54.809]Countess it is your night
[02:59.605]You haunted by your wild desires
[03:04.623]Possessed by bestial lust
[03:09.483]You are the goddess of the love
[03:14.334]Oh how i love to feel your breath
[03:18.239]I lust to be the lover of death
[03:22.266]Desires become truths
[03:24.077]Evil prayers are heard
[03:25.955]By Elisabeth Bathory
[03:28.928]The countess of my fire
[04:20.183]Her mind is insatiable
[04:23.876]She craves virgins' blood evermore
[04:28.476]Her flames will never die . . .
[04:33.172]Surrounded by infernal glory
[04:37.827]Oh how i love to feel your breath
[04:41.576]I lust to be the lover of death
[04:45.367]Desires become truths
[04:47.188]Evil prayers are heard
[04:49.173]By Elisabeth Bathory
[04:52.111]The countess of my fire

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 lust 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 lust to be the lover of death
Desires become truths
Evil prayers are heard
By Elisabeth 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 lust to be the lover of death
Desires become truths
Evil prayers are heard
By Elisabeth Bathory
The countess of my fire