Song | Blood Countess |
Artist | Untoten |
Album | Vampire Book |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The story of my life begins | |
Of what was once my dying | |
Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
Two of them: one heart never dies | |
The torture of my life begins | |
What is now my fate | |
My soul is not reflected | |
My soul´s determined to be sad | |
The story of my life begins | |
Of what was once my dying | |
Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
Two of them one heart never dies | |
And when we worship altars | |
Which honor satan and the blood | |
The torture of my life begins | |
What is now my fate | |
My soul is not reflected | |
My soul´s determined to be sad | |
While heavy snow falls on my grave | |
The story sentenced me to death | |
While holding soft his virgin | |
The band of Gypsies played the mort | |
While blood was running on my heart | |
The story of my life begins... | |
And we worship altars | |
Which honor satan and the blood |
The story of my life begins | |
Of what was once my dying | |
Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
Two of them: one heart never dies | |
The torture of my life begins | |
What is now my fate | |
My soul is not reflected | |
My soul s determined to be sad | |
The story of my life begins | |
Of what was once my dying | |
Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
Two of them one heart never dies | |
And when we worship altars | |
Which honor satan and the blood | |
The torture of my life begins | |
What is now my fate | |
My soul is not reflected | |
My soul s determined to be sad | |
While heavy snow falls on my grave | |
The story sentenced me to death | |
While holding soft his virgin | |
The band of Gypsies played the mort | |
While blood was running on my heart | |
The story of my life begins... | |
And we worship altars | |
Which honor satan and the blood |
The story of my life begins | |
Of what was once my dying | |
Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
Two of them: one heart never dies | |
The torture of my life begins | |
What is now my fate | |
My soul is not reflected | |
My soul s determined to be sad | |
The story of my life begins | |
Of what was once my dying | |
Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
Two of them one heart never dies | |
And when we worship altars | |
Which honor satan and the blood | |
The torture of my life begins | |
What is now my fate | |
My soul is not reflected | |
My soul s determined to be sad | |
While heavy snow falls on my grave | |
The story sentenced me to death | |
While holding soft his virgin | |
The band of Gypsies played the mort | |
While blood was running on my heart | |
The story of my life begins... | |
And we worship altars | |
Which honor satan and the blood |