Countess
EP • 1995
Into the noblest blood the Master's seed was sown Married to gain Hungary's throne Evil's incarnation, supreme in her day Her deeds beyond words to her people's dismay More than six times a hundred maidens fair Lured into the countess' castle unaware Dark lady of Hungary obsessed by blood The virgins trapped in Hell cries in vain to God Shed your blood oh virgins pure To feed the wrath of Satan's whore You've been chosen to let your blood To make the mistress live for evermore Gallons of blood she took for vampiric abuse And for years nobody dared to accuse But too many virgins vanished on her road to despair Butchered by cruel servants in the countess' lair Parents wailing while their daughters disappear Her people for ages dwelt in terror and fear Until at last she was caught and tried Convicted and lacking her bloody diet she died Cut off the source of virgins pure Who fed the wrath of Satan's whore Yet deep within her castle's endless halls Linger still Erzsébet's desperate calls
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026
High in a tower, far away from daily life And old man sits on his throne The room is dim and you can hardly hear The city that spreads down below Dreams of faded glory haunt his memory The vultures are waiting, he knows it too well! And mournful he wishes he could return To days of youth and to shatter the world... His aching limbs remind him There's a price that's soon to pay And this time his power won't save him From the reaper who's after his soul... Oh, how hard it is for a warrior To bear the spears Old Age throws When the way to death - which he never feared! Is paved with misery and pain... Looking back, he doth ask himself: "Whom did I do all this for?" His own sons did fall long years ago Sacrificed on his path to fame... Remembrance leaves him smiling For moments the warmth of life hath burned But then his knowledge doth return There's a price that's soon to pay... Uneasy he shifts around on his throne Death's icy grip, it's ever so near! What no one suspects, he doth know it well For the Horned One's assistance he'll soon have to pay In early days of mindless youth Light-hearted was his oath And though he did serve very well He's still afraid to go... For no longer can he set the rules He's soon to play the Master's game And that thought leaves him worrying About the price that's soon to pay... The screams of the dying, the wailing of widows Yes, he sent many souls to burn! The hatred he brewed for the minds of men Is the fuel of the fires of Hell! He washed the streets with the blood of his victims Not once, but wherever he came And the thought of their souls serving him soon Doth make him shiver with joy... And no longer is he fearful With pleasure he will heed the Call The loving presence of the Master Maketh this price a joy...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026
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Ere dawn of man His power great Wrought armour strong and grievous hate To welcome mortal life on earth When last the dust of time giveth birth To His ill-will to bend their ways To shape their doom! To lead astray the children fair Formed by Creator's hands For in the North 'neath hills of stone In caverns black was made a throne By fires illuminated underground That winds of ice with moaning sound Made flare and flicker in dark smoke; A place that mortals feared and choked A place that mortals feared and choked When shadowed by His ghastly claw Lo! Wisdom dark doth have the few Who dare listen to His tune Afore His throne His servants ever shalt they be To share His fate yet never to be free Alas, no thrall doth dwell within these endless halls The wish to rule has brought them forth Shapeth they are the chosen few To spread the word, to rule a world anew A vast design brewed in His evil lair A bane o'er God's own children fair! For their master to gaze on in utter woe The wrath and power of his hidden foe To bring creation to a fiery end! To a fiery end!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026
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