作词 : Attila Csihar
 作曲 : Attila Csihar
…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 lust to be the lover of Death,
Desires become truths,
Evil prayers are heard,
By Elizabet 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 enormous then ever...
by the blood, by the blood,everything are cleaned,
Oh yes I've got the magic，yes I feel I fly...
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 feel your breath,
I lust to be the lover of death,
Desires become truths,
Evil prayers are heard,
By Elisabeth Bathory-The countess of my fire!!!
She's got insatiable mind,
She needs virgins' blood evermore,
Her flames will never die away，
Surrounded by infernal glory,
Oh how i love to feel your breath,
I lust to be the lover of death,
Desires become truths,
Evil prayers are heard,
By Elisabeth Bathory-The countess of my fire!!!