Bathory

Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude
Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools
Sorry are the desolate, the unfree and obedient
For this is not the spring of love, it is the winter of discontent
Standing at the shore of lake of fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Blood mooney, for thirty pieces of silver
You shall buy yourself the time
The quivering meat conception, deflorate the virgin fair
Succumb to your own passion, recieve the garland made from angel's hair