, one must pay the price The Countess takes her midnight bath with blood that once gave life Countess Bathory Countess Bathory Countess Countess Bathory Countess Bathory
in your merciless game See you in Hell Countess Bathory Went you insane? Oh, my sadistic dame See you in Hell Countess Bathory In league with the Devil
Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged. Still pain is all you feel. A piece of meat that hardly breathes. Still much a human being. Forcing his way
Dark baleful shades astride the mystic heath, Old land's enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam, The moon slips 'neath the darkening sea, The trees sing enthralling
I swear the oath of blood and tear the virgin's flesh I gash the wounds of heaven and rides the wings of death Tonight the cauldrons are filled with
When I asked myself the other day I came to realise I'm not ok I've burned my fingers bad before I've seen myself through worse I'm sure But just the
Fire and ice Fire and ice Fire and ice Fire and ice Born a son of Nordic tribe Early spring morning I arrived When sails were set, the ships all done
She is open wide She isn't hard to please She drives me fucking wild I want her on her knees She floats and insists I am hot and can't resist She suck
Augsburg eagle 109 Mottled battle dress Lifting-off climbing up high Der scwarm lined up abreast Cutting through the ice cold air On wings burdened with
O, so it is written son When all waters and land you see All around came to birth Man and beast was one And the gods of the sky Walked the face of the
The altar covered in lifegiving cum the smell of forever running wet cunts Flesh and sweat dancing bare limbs around the fire the sound of clashing wet
Death's star on horizon Lightning and rain Black winds and thunder The skyline is in flames Written in the red mist The sign of the one Who rides death
Father who are in the sky Hold thy hand above me Mighty is the raging waves On which I ride Mother who awaits me ashore Let your golden hair down It
We just never seem to keep a single promise that we make We just never seem to mean a single word of what we say I just can not believe in the very well
Dedicated to the witch Marrigje Ariens Born 1521, Burned 1591 in Schoonhoven, Holland Haunting the cloudless black sky Braver at night Hidden as the
I am not of Jesus Christ I'm not and I am not a Satanic Child I'm not and I know not no property of high or low and I know where I come from and whereto
It's something you can't fake it's all within Seek for thetruth deep inside Let it open your heart let in the flame Receive it with mind open wide Shake
Blood Blood Blood Voltures soaring high above me waiting to descend To sink their claws into my fucking flesh and to rip myself apart Leeches slimy creatures
