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