As she writhes
The two vamps cast a spell
Sending alzbeta's soul
Straight down to hell
Who is more beaut-evil?
They will show this demoness
As they drag her body
By her now mangled breasts
Through the rotted catacombs
They exorcise the blood countess
The demonic forces are letting go
On the hill, they make her undress
They ensue a torturing so perverse
Not unlike the pain she inflicted
But alzbeta finds it pleasurable
Because to the pain, she is addicted
Dragged through the rotted catacombs
A blood castle she used to call home
But she now has mat her torturous fate
By two vamps with the lust of blood to satiate
Death by these crimson queens

They rip off her breasts, they tear out her eyes
They chomp on her flesh, until they feel her demise
But not just yet, they have something else in mind
They're going to burn her while she's barely alive
In the cobweb veiled cemetery
Spread down below
They find a cross and carry it up the hill
To hang the mangled body of their demonic foe

They're drinking away her life
They're baptized in her blood