The Cult of Bathory Mother: The Countess Part 3

        “In this world or the other
     We will instill fear with our order
     In truth and shadow we exist
     By the blood of the Mother.”


Trapped inside with the succubus sisters
They look inside my soul
Bare witness to my dark temptations
Make me howl without
As I sink into the hole

Tears they fall like pouring salivations
Cannot contain myself
With this cult a Transylvanian witches
Caressing flesh and sucking
My soul into Hell

     “Ponder onto this mortal
     She can see you from the portal
     Her face draped in eclipse
     The Mother of godless splendors
     Beckons you with ruby lips.”

In deep ecstasy, there comes eyes inside
The wrought iron mirror
Taloned fingers tease the flesh
Puncture the skin while alive
And rip me with bloodlust fever

     “Ponder this, you are mortal
     You will never pass through the portal
     To be graced by ruby lips
     The Mother of godless splendors
     Binds you forever in eclipse.”

Inside this limbo
I can see a Queen
That is draped in red
My heart it trembles
Look upon the Queen
Her eyes wreathed in red
Moaning soft and sighs
My soul starts to scream
My body is bled
Between laughs and cries
Spirit of the Queen
Rips my soul to shreds

I send my cries to Heaven’s cultures
By way of Her necromantic tortures

Under the clouds and through the years
In secret they have endured
To the Crimson Queen they have prayed
And in the bath awashed
Under blood they remain pure

Centuries have passed, numbers have amassed
In blood, long to smother
Her name lives on in frenzied hearts
Beneath her watchful gaze
Live The Cult of Bathory Mother

       “Ponder onto this mortals
     She can see you from the portals
     Her face draped in eclipse
     The Mother of godless splendors
     Beckons you with ruby lips.”