Dissection - Elisabeth Balthori (Where Dead Angels Lie MCD '96) текст песни

"This is the story about Elizabeth Bathory
Her blood is ours... pure Hungarian blood..."

Dark castle, occult carols sound,
Women... crying... eternally satisfied
Elizabeth did not rest this night
Her youth ensorcelled through black eyes

The dead girls are courting her
Upon deadly magic circles' lines
Pricking needles under ladies nails
Their frosted bodies buried alive

[Chorus :]
Oh, how I have to feel your breath
I lust to be lover of death
Desires become truths
Evil prayers are heard
By Elizabeth Bathory
the countess of my fire !

You are 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...
Fly towards the moon..

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

[Chorus :]
Oh, how I have to feel your breath
I lust to be lover of death
Desires become truths
Evil prayers are heard
By Elizabeth Bathory
the countess of my fire !

Insatiable is her mind
she craves virgins' blood evermore
Her flames will never die...
Surrounded by infernal glory

[Chorus :]
Oh, how I have to feel your breath
I lust to be lover of death
Desires become truths
Evil prayers are heard
By Elizabeth Bathory
the countess of my fire !