On the hill of the ancient oak, she lives in the house of the crying eyes

Dismal lullaby tales of her life, blood.. pain.. lust & perversion



You can see her with her dark veil as she walks in the bewitched wood

The wolves sings when she'd pass, earth bleeds under her foot



"Lady in black... Lady in black.. Witch's eyes.... pale face.. Lady in black... Lady in black... nails like blades......"



"Come to me child.... my black heart awaits your innocent soul......"

The blind monk prays under the crucifix of bones, the undertaker polishes his shovel



Close the door... close the windows

Leave out the fear and the dark 'cause she has come to bring sufferïng and death