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