Where Dead Angels Lie
EP - 26 aprile 1996 - Debaser id 49120

"This is the story about Elizabeth Bathory
Her blood is ours... pure Hungarian blood..."

Dark castle, occult carols sound,
Women... crying... eternally satisfied
Elizabeth did not rest this night
Her youth ensorcelled through black eyes

The dead girls are courting her
Upon deadly magic circles' lines
Pricking needles under ladies nails
Their frosted bodies buried alive

[Chorus :]
Oh, how I have to feel your breath
I lust to be lover of death
Desires become truths
Evil prayers are heard
By Elizabeth Bathory
the countess of my fire !

You are also her sacrifice
You will give your blood
Because she must have a bath

Welcome my youth, a life before...
More complete then ever... by blood
Oh yes by the blood i was encored
Oh I feel the magic... I fly...
Fly towards the moon..

Countess it is your night
Haunted by your wild desires
Possessed by bestial lust
You are the godess of love

[Chorus :]
Oh, how I have to feel your breath
I lust to be lover of death
Desires become truths
Evil prayers are heard
By Elizabeth Bathory
the countess of my fire !

Insatiable is her mind
she craves virgins' blood evermore
Her flames will never die...
Surrounded by infernal glory

[Chorus :]
Oh, how I have to feel your breath
I lust to be lover of death
Desires become truths
Evil prayers are heard
By Elizabeth Bathory
the countess of my fire !

Screams and nightmares
Of a life I want
Can't see living this lie no
A world I haunt
You've lost all control of my
Heart and soul
Satan holds my future
Watch it unfold

I am the Antichrist
It's what I was meant to be
Your God left me behind
And set my soul to be free

Watching disciples
Of the satanic rule
Pentagram of blood
Holds the jackal's truth
Searching for the answer
Christ hasn't come
Awaiting the final moment
The birth of Satan's son

Screams,
From a life I live
Torment,
Is what I give
Torture,
Is what I love
The down fall,
Of the heavens above

I am the Antichrist
All love is lost
Insanity is what I am
Eternally my soul will rot

Feathers fell... like leaves from a tree
Blood ran... like water from a sea
Angels cried... as the rain poured
Feathers fell... they'll fall no more...

Evil son......
Spread your wings of deepest black
Spit on "god"......
May his lies be forgotten

The son of the mourning
A gift to our earth
Christ stands tall no more
So bestow your force upon us

Gaze into the wall of these restless souls
Eternally, lost in fear of your
godforsaken son

You have tasted suffering
That dove of life has died
Paralyzed and terrorized
By the fear you feel inside
Caught within the floods of blood
Evil, departed sea
Immortal but now it's like to forever bleed!

We saw the truth
And it's the draining of the blood
of your false redeemer
The mourning son has now control
So what if it's evil