This is a story about elisabeth bathory
Her blood is ourselfs
Clean, Hungarian blood
Dark castle, occult carols sound
Woman crying, eternally satisfied
Elisabeth did not slept tonight
Her gouth ensorcelled through black eyes
The dead girls are courting her
Upon deasdly magic circles lines
She pierce needles under ladys 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 elisabet 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
Posessed by bestial lust
You are the godess 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 elisabet 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 elisabet bathory
The countess of my fire