| Carpathian Lady wandering in your castle
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| Your pale body is dying, funeste is your vassal
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| Of blood, your eyes are crying at the end of dawn
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| The gods must have forgotten you when it was done
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| Death has gripped its terrible claws on your crown
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| Carpathian Lady, you’re dying in your castle
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| Erzebeth
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| Bloody countess of Cachtice
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| Erzebeth
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| Carpathian Banshee, your pallor lights up the night
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| Burning moon malady, your fangs shine in the night
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| Your cold heart is empty, will you fill it with a bite?
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| Your existence is now placed under demon sign
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| At your table they drink no longer wine
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| Carpathian Banshee, your pallor kills at night
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| Erzebeth
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| Bloody countess
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| Erzebeth
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| You’ve been condemned by one of your servants
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| Whispering hexes at night
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| Now your soul is damned and your teeth grow
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| Now at every dawn, bodies are found
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| Cause the queen is now a night creeper
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| You’ve been condemned by him
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| An unknown servant called Lucifer
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| Cause the queen is now a blood seeker |