"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."


Come to me my sweet young gal

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 

I'll take the liquid out of you

your virgin blood will be mine

Black Magic is what I master

My Darkness is that what will shine

My beauty will stop to face

for my ointment you are the source

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

I'll bring your pain to another stage

I'll raise myself to your bench

you won't flee my magic grip

your heart will be what I rip

I'll grab your spirit out of you

annihilation that's what I'll do

I'll take the liquid out of you

your virgin blood will be mine

Black Magic is what I master

My Darkness is that what will shine

My beauty will stop to face

for my ointment you are the source

The shrivelled skin will disappear

my beauty returns with my force