A drawling wolf's howl broke a dreadful silence
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A settled fog over jagged crags spread everywhere with the black dead seed
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Screams of The Demons, Screams of The Virgins
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lying naked to be martyred for her sins
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made Her more cruel, completely insane
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Forest shed Her, forest whispered her name
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at midnight on Christmas Eve she arose from her grave
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She longed for blood, erotic dark dreams
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dancing macabre she went them into bliss
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Spellbound by her they led Her come in
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Her love was for blood, from whisper to scream
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The Sorcerers of The Dark - Invoke! To The Devil!
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that he restores to life that woman who brought
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Her orchirds to world and bewitched with her beauty
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to make them enthralled
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Still in Fever I can't fall asleep
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dreaming of Her
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Lusting Her and ready to give my blood for Love of Devil's Whore
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In eerie night, in awful sleep - wolf's howl reminds me
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this forgotten tale, Countess in blood - result of Cruelty
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Auspicious night, beneath the stars Her beauty comes to light
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From ancient times she comes as beast to bring to world her blight
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If only I could have kissed Her sweetest lips to be benigthed once
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and forevermore
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I would have given my blood for Her love if only I could have been with Her
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Blood For Love
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Her time had passed a fable versed Her life condemned by pulpit curse
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But truth of Her it lives on lips of libertine, on Christmas Eve
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It will be coming from Past to light
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Dreams of Her will remain the dreams and won't be seen by eyes
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But time will come a beast returns as soon as she will call me beneath
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the winter skies under December Moon
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[06 February 1999]
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Dreams of Elizabeth
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| Celestial Crown |
