| Song | Blood Countess |
| Artist | Untoten |
| Album | Vampire Book |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The story of my life begins | |
| Of what was once my dying | |
| Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
| Two of them: one heart never dies | |
| The torture of my life begins | |
| What is now my fate | |
| My soul is not reflected | |
| My soul´s determined to be sad | |
| The story of my life begins | |
| Of what was once my dying | |
| Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
| Two of them one heart never dies | |
| And when we worship altars | |
| Which honor satan and the blood | |
| The torture of my life begins | |
| What is now my fate | |
| My soul is not reflected | |
| My soul´s determined to be sad | |
| While heavy snow falls on my grave | |
| The story sentenced me to death | |
| While holding soft his virgin | |
| The band of Gypsies played the mort | |
| While blood was running on my heart | |
| The story of my life begins... | |
| And we worship altars | |
| Which honor satan and the blood |
| The story of my life begins | |
| Of what was once my dying | |
| Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
| Two of them: one heart never dies | |
| The torture of my life begins | |
| What is now my fate | |
| My soul is not reflected | |
| My soul s determined to be sad | |
| The story of my life begins | |
| Of what was once my dying | |
| Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
| Two of them one heart never dies | |
| And when we worship altars | |
| Which honor satan and the blood | |
| The torture of my life begins | |
| What is now my fate | |
| My soul is not reflected | |
| My soul s determined to be sad | |
| While heavy snow falls on my grave | |
| The story sentenced me to death | |
| While holding soft his virgin | |
| The band of Gypsies played the mort | |
| While blood was running on my heart | |
| The story of my life begins... | |
| And we worship altars | |
| Which honor satan and the blood |
| The story of my life begins | |
| Of what was once my dying | |
| Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
| Two of them: one heart never dies | |
| The torture of my life begins | |
| What is now my fate | |
| My soul is not reflected | |
| My soul s determined to be sad | |
| The story of my life begins | |
| Of what was once my dying | |
| Blood is pumping in my hearts | |
| Two of them one heart never dies | |
| And when we worship altars | |
| Which honor satan and the blood | |
| The torture of my life begins | |
| What is now my fate | |
| My soul is not reflected | |
| My soul s determined to be sad | |
| While heavy snow falls on my grave | |
| The story sentenced me to death | |
| While holding soft his virgin | |
| The band of Gypsies played the mort | |
| While blood was running on my heart | |
| The story of my life begins... | |
| And we worship altars | |
| Which honor satan and the blood |