Ilya Polagushin is genuinely the man behind the dirty business. He has different sexual fetishes, which became a distinguishable transition between all the albums and EPs, a common fetish is his captivation for legs. He does all of the instruments including guitars, vocals, bass and keyboards. Other than that, he hired two drummers and some session bass/guitarists to back up some of his stuff.
The other members are two female vocalists and a few others, whom engage in Ilya's sexual fantasies by adding an erotic effect to the music along with various sexual noises. Natalia does some of those noises on the early EPs and during the second album "Carnivorous Romance" Katerina Polevina takes over.
Black Countess is currently signed on Metalism Records. They are still currently active but, Ilya is looking for more members to help fill in for some of the albums. An album has been awaiting since 2007. It appears, there has been some gaps between Black Countess' releases due to the session members, whom are constantly joining off and on.
Discography:
1999 - Child of the Demonic Moon (EP)
2000 - Blood, Desire and Dead Nenuphars (full-length)
2003 - Queen of Winter (EP)
2003 - Carnivorous Romance (full-length)
2006 - The Language of Flesh (full-length)
2007 - Feetish (full-length)
The Mystery of a Witching Forest
Black Countess Lyrics
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In red blaze of the autumn sun
You clung to false threads of hope
In the kingdom of writhed trees
You disturbed the peace of a dead place
Where birds' songs died down in dry trunks
You came to know the old mystery
The story of two guiltless girls
Tongues of flame licked their bodies
To the scorn of exultant crowd
They were faggoted on suspicion
Of witchcraft and lesbian sex
And then the forest sheltered their souls
Flying, whispering and luring
Damned haunt of deep melancholy
The cradle of illusive quiet
Íà ïîëÿíå èç áåëîãî ìðàìîðà
 êðóãó ÷åðíûõ ãîðÿùèõ ñâå÷åé
Òû ñòîëêíóëñÿ ñ äâóìÿ îáíàæåííûìè äàìàìè
Îòðàçèâøèñü âî âçãëÿäå èõ òîìíûõ î÷åé
Î, ãàëåðåÿ äüÿâîëüñêîé ïðåëåñòè
Óâåðòþðà ðàçäâèíóòûõ íîã
Íàñìîòðåâøèñü êàê øëþõè ëàñêàþò äðóã äðóãà
Óñòîÿòü ïðåä ñîáëàçíîì òû ïðîñòî íå ñìîã!
You joined their tight embrace
Which begot a sharp blade
They offered it to you
And you accepted the gift of death
It easily got into the flesh
Shedding your warm red blood
On their perfect silk skin
Your fell to their feet on the smooth marble
Òàéíà…
È ëèøü øåï÷óùèé ëåñ äà íî÷íîå íåáî çíàþò ïðàâäó îá ýòîì
The lyrics of Black Countess's song "The Mystery of a Witching Forest" tell the story of a person walking through a forest covered in golden fallen leaves, illuminated by the red blaze of the autumn sun. As they stroll among the writhed trees, they disturb the peace of a dead place where birdsong is absent from dry trunks. As they move deeper into the forest, they come to know the old mystery - the story of two guiltless girls who were burnt at the stake on suspicion of witchcraft and lesbian sex.
The haunting tale of the two girls is touched upon in the lyrics; as tongues of flame licked their bodies, the exultant crowd jeered with scorn. The forest then sheltered their souls, flying and whispering. The forest became a damned haunt of deep melancholy - a cradle of illusive quiet. The person walking in the forest joins their tight embrace, which begot a sharp blade that they offered as a gift of death. The blade easily sliced through flesh, shedding warm red blood on the perfect silk skin of the two girls, and the walker fell at their feet on smooth marble.
The lyrics of "The Mystery of a Witching Forest" tell a dark and disturbing story of witchcraft, suspicion and persecution. The use of the autumnal forest as the setting for the story provides a haunting backdrop to the tale. It is a testament to the power of music to tell a story with words, allowing the listener to conjure up vivid images and emotions.
Line by Line Meaning
Walking on the golden fallen leaves
Strolling through the forest floor covered in autumn's golden leaves
In red blaze of the autumn sun
Under a bright red autumnal sun
You clung to false threads of hope
You desperately held onto unrealistic hope
In the kingdom of writhed trees
In a place where twisted trees were the only kingdom
You disturbed the peace of a dead place
You brought disturbance to a place where there was no life
Where birds' songs died down in dry trunks
A place where trees, dry and dead, and birds nesting in them, were silent
You came to know the old mystery
You discovered an ancient mystery
The story of two guiltless girls
A tale of two innocent girls
Tongues of flame licked their bodies
Their bodies were torched by tongues of fire
To the scorn of exultant crowd
Amidst mockery from the audience's celebratory cheers
They were faggoted on suspicion
They were burned alive on presumed charges of witchcraft or lesbian love
Of witchcraft and lesbian sex
Charged for practicing witchcraft and engaging in lesbian love
And then the forest sheltered their souls
The forest became a protective haven for their souls after their deaths
Flying, whispering and luring
Their presence felt in whispers and elusive whispers and enticements
Damned haunt of deep melancholy
A cursed place of profound sadness
The cradle of illusive quiet
A birthplace of deceptive serenity
You joined their tight embrace
You entered the close embrace
Which begot a sharp blade
Which gave birth to a sharp blade
They offered it to you
And they gave that blade to you as a gift
And you accepted the gift of death
You accepted the gift of death from them
It easily got into the flesh
The sharp blade easily cut through the flesh
Shedding your warm red blood
Causing your blood to pour out hot and red
On their perfect silk skin
Staining their smooth silk skin with your blood
Your fell to their feet on the smooth marble
You fell to their feet on a smooth marble floor
Contributed by Mackenzie A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.