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Elisabetha (Version 2004) - Darkwell "Elisabetha.... Elisabetha.... This is the tale of The Blood Countess of Transylvania 15 years old she realized her true ambitions, inflicting pain soon carnal desires called for their fullfillment black magic was

All my desire are the flames of the eternal fire Strange winds of time killed the flames Blew out all the was mine My heart was My soul was Neverending source Of Devotion And Spirits Unbroken Force Creation my hearts purpose Devotion my souls bane In

"Elisabetha, Elisabetha This is the tale of the Blood Countess of Transylvania 15 years old she realized her true ambitions, inflicting pain Soon carnal desires called for their fulfillment Black magic was the key Her mouth showed telltale signs of b

The creation of thoughts A process which never ends Our life guided by an idea A construction of a plan In the end just a goal soon Clearance reaches my mind The stone rolled up the hill One inch to... failed In the labyrinth of life The individual i

In this world full of winded corridors Cities like maces towers like thorns I'm not my master, not at all Cursed thoughts lead me to my fall Broken thoughts Broken dreams Broken hearts This realm of darkness, is this my reward? Darkness is falling, o

I hear a voice in my mind There is a gate concealed My emotions are so blind, Nothing revealed Tumultuous thoughts on the face A dementia in deep My emotions are so blind, It's an infected creep Strange layers of our pride, forever lost Vividness of

The Machine - Darkwell The visions have become real A technocratic sight, Mankind's flow corrupted Dimensions of control. The arch-emotions are lost, But desire remains. A free spirit again unwanted. A machine, Newtopias heart The future curse The ma

The road behind is crumbling Time is paved by agony So many signs before me The way ahead I cannot see So many things I long for The way ahead it ceased to be Tears of strive are falling A reason shine arises Obsessive thoughts are calling Ideas just

[Chorus] Let me go, to this world See my pain, sacrificed Flee my row, in unease Filth no gain, is my doom In the warm dusk, birth of life's spark Thrown in this world of greed The essence flask, sense stays in dark Decay of seed In a mace of colder

As the beings spawned dulcet offspring's, the fruit heavens children saw them in the dawn their lust enraged their blood The leader knew of the guilt plenty to share, they swore an oath on maledictions it was build they descended from heaven in innoc