Lyrics
Winds whisper tales in Carpathian night frost
Elizabeth born under ancient moon's gloss
Castle walls cradle her destiny sewn
In velvet and shadow, her seedlings grown
Noble blood lineage, fortune well-stacked
Heir to the throne and diabolic pact
Gothic halls echo with visions unseen
Her portrait a study in dark, morose sheen
Blood Countess, bathing in sins, while the whispers grow
Blood Countess, spirit within, where the darkness flows
Manor of Csejte, her realm's dark embrace
Servants obedient, fear in their place
Husband a warrior, soon cold in a tomb
Her solitude casting a sepulchral gloom
Madness and power, her sorcery bloom
Young maidens vanish, drawn into their doom
Beauty and youth in crimson she sought
An alchemist frenzied by potions she'd bought
Blood Countess, bathing in sins, while the whispers grow
Blood Countess, spirit within, where the darkness flows