| This is a story about Elisabeth Bathory
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| Her blood is ourselves'…
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| Clean, hungarian blood…
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| Dark castle
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| Occult carols sound
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| Woman… crying
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| … eternally satisfied
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| Elisabeth did not slept tonight
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| Her gouth ensorcelled through black eyes
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| The dead girls are courting her
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| Upon deasdly magic circles lines
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| She pierce needles under ladies' nails
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| Their frosted bodies buried alive
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| Oh how I love to feel your breath
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| I lust to be the lover of Death
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| Desires become truths
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| Evil prayers are heard
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| By Elisabeth Bathory
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| The countess of my fire
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| You’re also her sacrifice
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| You will give your blood
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| Because she must have a bath
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| Welcome my youth, a life before…
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| More complete then ever… by blood
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| Oh yes by the blood i was encored
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| Oh I feel the magic… I fly towards the moon.
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| Countess it is your night
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| You haunted by your wild desires
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| Posessed by bestial lust
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| You are the godess of the love
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| Oh how I love to feel your breath
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| I lust to be the lover of Death
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| Desires become truths
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| Evil prayers are heard
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| By Elisabeth Bathory
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| The countess of my fire
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| Her mind is insatiable
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| She craves virgins blood evermore
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| Her flames will never die…
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| Surrounded by infernal glory
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| Oh how I love to feel your breath
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| I lust to be the lover of Death
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| Desires become truths
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| Evil prayers are heard
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| By Elisabet Bathory
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| The countess of my fire |