Iseghaal - Elizabeth Bathory (Tormentor-Cover) | Текст песни

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This is a story about Elizabeth Bathory
Her blood is our selves
Clean Hungarian blood...

Dark castle, occult carol sounds
Women are crying, but they are satisfied
Elizabeth didn't (not) sleep to night
Her exor-celled her own eyes

Dead girls are chaperoning her
Upon deadly magic-circle's lines
She pricks needles under the ladies' nails
Their frosty bodies are buried alive

Oh how I love to feel your breath
I lust to be the lover of death
Desires come true, evil prayers are heard
By Elizabeth Bathory - the countess of my fire!

You are also sacrifice
You will give your blood
Because she must
Have a bath...

\"Welcome my youth
A life before...
More enormous than ever!
By the blood, by the blood everything are cleaned...
Oh yes I've got the magic... Yes I feel I fly
I fly towards the Moon!\"

Countess it is your night
You are haunted by your wild desires
Possessed by bestial lust
You are the goddess of the love

Oh ,how I love... [REPEAT]

She's got insatiable mind
She needs virgins blood anymore
Her flames never die away
She is surrounded with never-fading glory

Oh ,how I love... [REPEAT]