Elisabeth Bathori

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"This is the story about Elizabeth Bathory Her blood is ours... pure Hungarian blood..." Dark castle, occult carols sound, Women... crying... eternally satisfied Elizabeth did not rest this night Her youth ensorcelled through black eyes The dead girls are courting her Upon deadly magic circles' lines Pricking needles under ladies nails Their frosted bodies buried alive [Chorus :] Oh, how I have to feel your breath I lust to be lover of death Desires become truths Evil prayers are heard By Elizabeth Bathory the countess of my fire ! You are 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... Fly towards the moon.. Countess it is your night Haunted by your wild desires Possessed by bestial lust You are the godess of love [Chorus :] Oh, how I have to feel your breath I lust to be lover of death Desires become truths Evil prayers are heard By Elizabeth Bathory the countess of my fire ! Insatiable is her mind she craves virgins' blood evermore Her flames will never die... Surrounded by infernal glory [Chorus :] Oh, how I have to feel your breath I lust to be lover of death Desires become truths Evil prayers are heard By Elizabeth Bathory the countess of my fire !

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