الأغاني:
Bathory Bathory

, one must pay the price The Countess takes her midnight bath with blood that once gave life Countess Bathory Countess Bathory Countess Countess Bathory Countess Bathory

Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged. Still pain is all you feel. A piece of meat that hardly breathes. Still much a human being. Forcing his way

I swear the oath of blood and tear the virgin's flesh I gash the wounds of heaven and rides the wings of death Tonight the cauldrons are filled with

Fire and ice Fire and ice Fire and ice Fire and ice Born a son of Nordic tribe Early spring morning I arrived When sails were set, the ships all done

Augsburg eagle 109 Mottled battle dress Lifting-off climbing up high Der scwarm lined up abreast Cutting through the ice cold air On wings burdened with

The altar covered in lifegiving cum the smell of forever running wet cunts Flesh and sweat dancing bare limbs around the fire the sound of clashing wet

Father who are in the sky Hold thy hand above me Mighty is the raging waves On which I ride Mother who awaits me ashore Let your golden hair down It

Dedicated to the witch Marrigje Ariens Born 1521, Burned 1591 in Schoonhoven, Holland Haunting the cloudless black sky Braver at night Hidden as the

It's something you can't fake it's all within Seek for thetruth deep inside Let it open your heart let in the flame Receive it with mind open wide Shake