600 years ago, when the tyrant had to die

all the horror and the torment had an end

and man could laugh again while the corpse was burning high

and they strewed away his ashes in the wind



and they carved a sign on the castle´s walls

for eternity to stay

never to all the awakening, oh never lift the veil



when the blood pours out of the dungeon´s walls

when the spirits cry as the darkness falls

the torture will rise from its ashes to return again



when the moon is darkened and the candle´s low

and the mystic cold winds of old wisdom blow

on the stones, it rises again to flay



Procession takes its way to the ruin on the hill

conjuration takes its toll, but they don´t know

a pair of evil eyes watch the disappearing moon

and can´t wait for the blood that soon will flow



in darkness now there fades the light,

it appears the final sign

the withering flower, he prepares to cross the line



the thunder breaks the sky, the lightning hits the walls

they have gone too far, an unknown creature cries

beware the bleeding stones and the final tear it falls

the quest, here is the end, the caller dies



the creature disappears in the night, ancient powers are unleashed

once again to sow a malicious seed