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AHRIMAN LYRICS
"A Tribute to Tormentor" (1998 Split)
1. Beyond... (Tormentor cover)
2. Elizabeth Bathory (Tormentor cover)
1. Beyond... (Tormentor cover)
Hideous music of the dark
Bells sounds for me
I stuff your nasty body
Into the dirty hole
There is no time for you
You are floating towards me on icy winds
Your howling is soundless
Your footsteps are out of sight
Mountains are falling down
The sun is just a pale spot
Behind the swirling clouds
Three eyes are following your path
Suddenly the black bastion
Towering on you
Here I'm waiting for you
To let you into the empire of nightmares
Beyond...
Hideous music of the dark
Bells sounds for me
I stuff your nasty body
Into the dirty hole
Suddenly the black bastion
Towarding on you
Here I'm waiting for you
To let you into the empire of the nightmares
Beyond...
2. Elizabeth Bathory (Tormentor cover)
Dark castle, occult carol sounds
Women are crying, but they are satisfied
Elizabeth didn’t sleep tonight
She exorcized her youth by her own eyes
Dead girls are chaperoning her
On her deadly magic-circle’s lines
She pricks needles under the ladies’ nails
Their frosty bodies are buried alive
Ref: Oh how I love to feel your breath
I’d love to be the lover of Death
Desires come true, evil prayers are heard
By Elisabeth Bathoy – the countess of my fire!
You are also a sacrifice
You will give your blood
Becouse she must
Have a bath…
„Welcome my Youth
alike before..
More enermous than ever!
By the blood, by the blood everithing are cleaned..
Oh yes I’ve got the magic..Yes I feel I fly
I fly toward the Moon!”
Countess it is your night
You are haunted by your wild desires
Possessed by bestial lust
You are the goddes of the love
Ref: Oh how I love to feel your breath
I’d love to be the lover of Death
Desires come true, evil prayers are heard
By Elisabeth Bathoy – the countess of my fire!
She’s got insatiable mind
She needs virgins blood anymore
Her flames never die away
She is surrounded by never-fading glory
Ref: Oh how I love to feel your breath
I’d love to be the lover of Death
Desires come true, evil prayers are heard
By Elisabeth Bathoy – the countess of my fire!
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