| «Elisabetha… Elisabetha…
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| This is the tale of
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| The blood countess
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| 15 years old she realized her true ambitions, inflicting pain
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| Soon carnal desires called for their fulfillment
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| Black magic was the key
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| After becoming romantically
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| Involved with a black-clad stranger
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| Her mouth showed telltale
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| 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
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| Follow me to your little hell
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| Nothing to scare or annoy
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| Come through this gate
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| See my toys they are your fate
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| Welcome to my torture chamber
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| This will be your dismember
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| I’ll take the liquid out of you
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| Your virgin blood will be my wine
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| Black magic that’s what I master
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| My darkness is that what will shine
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| My beauty will stop to fade
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| For my ointment you are the source
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| My shriveled skin will disappear
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| My beauty returns with my force
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| «Elisabetha… you are the country’s curse
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| Your cruelty is divine it calls upon the gods
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| My curse is that I can’t kill you
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| So you will be prisoned for eternity.»
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| You trapped me in this rotting cage
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| 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
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| You won’t flee my magic grip
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| Your heart will be what I rip
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| I’ll grab your spirit out of you
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| Annihilation that’s what I’ll do
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| I’ll take the liquid out of you
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| Your virgin blood will be my wine
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| Black magic that’s what I master
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| My darkness is that what will shine
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| My beauty will stop to fade
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| For my ointment you are the source
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| My shriveled skin will disappear
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| My beauty returns with my force |