Elizabeth Bathory

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 just to be the lover of death
Desires become truths
Evil prayers are heard
By Elizabeth 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...

Her mind is insatiable
She craves virgins' blood evermore
Her flames will never die
Surrounded by infernal glory

Oh, how I love to...