Six days before The foreboded doomsday Appeared four Mounted spectre Apocalypse... The four horsemen personate Pestilence and eath Starvation and war
The gate is opened up in front of us Let's step into the holy heaven Let's go! Maybe we are glad That the saint doesn't love us Beautiful girls with
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
... This is a story about Elizabeth Bathori Her blood is ourselves Clean Hungarian blood... Dark castle, occult carol sounds Women are crying, but they
, acid rain War Everywhere I look Murdering Is the pleasure of human They're not afraid of the underworld TORMENTOR They think that this world is the TORMENTOR
enemies When I was with you I was always against you And from now the inside pain will burn you TORMENTOR - black fire TORMENTOR - frosty winds TORMENTOR - this time TORMENTOR - this space TORMENTOR
Midnight... Six men sat together Around hexagonal table They connected their hands Whispering incantation After Six minutes later The magic circle Became
Next to Carpathians Lays
of fire and blood Why did you need this you poor man You'd stay a god fearing man Falling down Like a stone... down... you miserable man The torments
The tyrant of Transylvania was terribly murdered He was killed by his daughter with a holy dagger There weren't burial, no priest, no holy water The
