Satan calls down desolate halls
But the blood countess has been bled
Through the rusted, iron gates
Isabel and mircalla had fled
Liquid shadows cast by the blood from her past
A burning emblem of sanctity
Gaping wounds drip on dark runes
She knows her death will be legendary
They behead the bitch, put her head on a stake
Hang her body high and watch it go up in flames
The inverted cross lights up the night
The vampire women of hell won this vampiric fight
Her castle stands tall like a cathedral
Her elixir of youth did her no good
Maniacal laughter still haunts the chambers
And the blood just pools where she once stood
A dark rendezvous
In a moldering tomb
Blood moon howls
From hell's bowels
They behead the bitch, put her head on a stake
Hang her body high and watch it go up in flames
The inverted cross lights up the night
The vampire women of hell won this vampiric fight
Proudly they stand, with her head in their hands
Over the village they exclaim,
It was her life they have claimed
The plague of blood is over with all the drained veins
Fire devours the night as she goes up in flames
Hanging from the inverted cross!
