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"Elisabetha.... Elisabetha.... This is the tale of The Blood Countess of Transylvania 15 years old she realized her true ambitions, inflicting pain soon carnal desires called for their fullfillment black magic was the key after becoming romantically involved with a black-clad stranger her mouth showed telltale signs of blood for the first time." |
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Come to me my sweet young gal |
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I need your service for my joy follow me to your little hell nothing to scare or annoy come through this gate see my toys they are your fate welcome to my torture chamber this will be your dismember |
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I'll take the liquid out of you your virgin blood will be mine |
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Black Magic is what |
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I master My |
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Darkness is that what will shine |
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My beauty will stop to face for my ointment you are the source |
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The shrivelled skin will disappear my beauty returns with my force "Elisabetha... you are the countries course your cruelty is divine of calls upon the gods my course is that I can't kill you you will be prisioned for eternity." you trapped me in this rotting cage my blood burns for revenge |
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I'll bring your pain to another stage |
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I'll raise myself to your bench you won't flee my magic grip your heart will be what |
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I rip I'll grab your spirit out of you annihilation that's what |
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I'll do I'll take the liquid out of you your virgin blood will be mine |
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Black Magic is what |
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I master My |
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Darkness is that what will shine |
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My beauty will stop to face for my ointment you are the source |
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The shrivelled skin will disappear my beauty returns with my force |
