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

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

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

Her mind is insatiable

She craves virgins blood evermore

Her flames will never die

Surrounded by

Inferial glory