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Dark lady of hungary obsessed by blood, butchered by cruel servants in the countess lair, supreme in her day
more than six times a hundred maidens fair
Her deeds beyond words to her people s dismay, dark lady of hungary obsessed by blood
But too many virgins vanished on her road to despair, who fed the wrath of satan s whore, dark lady of hungary obsessed by blood
shed your blood oh virgins pure
cut off the source of virgins pure
Until at last she was caught and tried, to feed the wrath of satan s whore
but too many virgins vanished on her road to despair
Evil s incarnation, into the noblest blood the master s seed was sown
You ve been chosen to let your blood, supreme in her day
And for years nobody dared to accuse, yet deep within her castle s endless halls Wrath, who fed the wrath of satan s whore
Parents wailing while their daughters disappear, but too many virgins vanished on her road to despair, but too many virgins vanished on her road to despair
And for years nobody dared to accuse, linger still erzs bet s desperate calls The, married to gain hungary s throne
Until at last she was caught and tried, dark lady of hungary obsessed by blood
her deeds beyond words to her people s dismay
Married to gain hungary s throne, her people for ages dwelt in terror and fear
More than six times a hundred maidens fair, into the noblest blood the master s seed was sown
Convicted and lacking her bloody diet she died, into the noblest blood the master s seed was sown
Butchered by cruel servants in the countess lair, gallons of blood she took for vampiric abuse of, shed your blood oh virgins pure
Cut off the source of virgins pure, who fed the wrath of satan s whore, and for years nobody dared to accuse
Convicted and lacking her bloody diet she died, gallons of blood she took for vampiric abuse, supreme in her day
her deeds beyond words to her people s dismay
cut off the source of virgins pure
more than six times a hundred maidens fair
To feed the wrath of satan s whore, married to gain hungary s throne Countess, yet deep within her castle s endless halls
Shed your blood oh virgins pure, linger still erzs bet s desperate calls
Until at last she was caught and tried, the virgins trapped in hell cries in vain to god, supreme in her day
Her deeds beyond words to her people s dismay, dark lady of hungary obsessed by blood, but too many virgins vanished on her road to despair
Supreme in her day, convicted and lacking her bloody diet she died
But too many virgins vanished on her road to despair, gallons of blood she took for vampiric abuse
her people for ages dwelt in terror and fear
her people for ages dwelt in terror and fear
And for years nobody dared to accuse, to feed the wrath of satan s whore