Countess Bathory
World is mine made of rage sadness
And complain
Gloomy, sorrow and pain
Wish of blood and death.
Wish of torture and destruction
Supreme mysterious desire, faith dogma
And bloody perversion
From the abyss of mine as the elder
I'll reborn to fight again
And to destroy and to rape again
Dancing on the rotten bodies of my enemies
And rejoice drunk by the virginal blood
Flavor
Replaced of devastated pleasure
Delight by the dead human meat scent
By taste to kill and spawn evil
I'm the one with thy unpronounceable name.