Now that Elizabeth is at the peak of her power, she throws a ball. The beginning of this song merely describes the general feeling of despair that is in the air, and contrasts that by showing Elizabeth resting content with her Dobermans. As the night grows darker, her mood becomes violent, and she kills a servant for the slightest infraction. All of the language thus far seems to be indicating some kind of ominous occurence in the near future.
She descends to the ball room, and everyone stops to stare. She is exceedingly beautiful, and the Black Count (apparently just some powerful, wealthy figure) is enraptured by her. They leave the dance after practically fucking on the dance floor and go for a carriage ride, in order to have a more private sexual encounter. She convinces him to kill a hag that insults her age, and he does so with pleasure. This shows us that they are kindred.
Eventually, to punish her or incense her to war, the God she abandoned in 13 Autumns and a Widow kills the Black Count. She is furious.
Some of the best lines come from this song. My favorite: "And because He sought Her loves onslaught, He gutted the crone for sport." Awesome.
Now that Elizabeth is at the peak of her power, she throws a ball. The beginning of this song merely describes the general feeling of despair that is in the air, and contrasts that by showing Elizabeth resting content with her Dobermans. As the night grows darker, her mood becomes violent, and she kills a servant for the slightest infraction. All of the language thus far seems to be indicating some kind of ominous occurence in the near future. She descends to the ball room, and everyone stops to stare. She is exceedingly beautiful, and the Black Count (apparently just some powerful, wealthy figure) is enraptured by her. They leave the dance after practically fucking on the dance floor and go for a carriage ride, in order to have a more private sexual encounter. She convinces him to kill a hag that insults her age, and he does so with pleasure. This shows us that they are kindred. Eventually, to punish her or incense her to war, the God she abandoned in 13 Autumns and a Widow kills the Black Count. She is furious.
Some of the best lines come from this song. My favorite: "And because He sought Her loves onslaught, He gutted the crone for sport." Awesome.