Blood countess

Searching for the key to being young
Afraid of one day growing older
But the door is being in ourselves
And the key is underfoot itself

The blood on the hand, something begins
Get blood of the slave is an enternal trance
Bloodbath each day by the virgins' vein
Sadistic pleasure for beauty's sake

The mirrors must be broken everytime
The beauty will stay in our minds
Mettle of youth keeps it alive
Six hunderd virgins' blood is the price

The blood on my hand, something begins
Get blood of my slave is an enternal trance
Bloodbath each day by the virgins' vein
Sadistic pleasure for my beauty's sake