[TORMENTOR cover]



This is a story about Elisabeth Bathory

Her blood is ourselfs...

clean, hungarian blood...

Dark castle,

occult carols sound,

woman...crying

... eternally satisfied

Elisabeth did not slept tonight

her gouth ensorcelled through black eyes

The dead girls are courting her

upon deasdly magic circles lines

she pierce needles under ladys nails

their frosted bodies buried alive



Oh how I love to feel your breath

I lust to be the lover of Death

desires become truths

evil prayers are heard

by Elisabet 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

posessed by bestial lust

you are the godess of the love



Oh ,how I love... [REPEAT]



Her mind is insatiable

she craves virgins blood evermore

Her flames will never die...

surrounded by infernal glory



Oh, how I love....[REPEAT]