Elizabeth Bathory (Tormentor cover)

Dark castle, occult carol sounds Women are crying, but they are satisfied Elizabeth didn’t sleep tonight She exorcized her youth by her own eyes Dead girls are chaperoning her On her deadly magic-circle’s lines She pricks needles under the ladies’ nails Their frosty bodies are buried alive Ref: Oh how I love to feel your breath I’d love to be the lover of Death Desires come true, evil prayers are heard By Elisabeth Bathoy – the countess of my fire! You are also a sacrifice You will give your blood Becouse she must Have a bath… „Welcome my Youth alike before.. More enermous than ever! By the blood, by the blood everithing are cleaned.. Oh yes I’ve got the magic..Yes I feel I fly I fly toward the Moon!” Countess it is your night You are haunted by your wild desires Possessed by bestial lust You are the goddes of the love Ref: Oh how I love to feel your breath I’d love to be the lover of Death Desires come true, evil prayers are heard By Elisabeth Bathoy – the countess of my fire! She’s got insatiable mind She needs virgins blood anymore Her flames never die away She is surrounded by never-fading glory Ref: Oh how I love to feel your breath I’d love to be the lover of Death Desires come true, evil prayers are heard By Elisabeth Bathoy – the countess of my fire!