An old castle of torment shines under the Moon, 
A crystallized silence casts a shadow over the moors: 
Unseen, mouldy, catacombs, summoned to breathe again; 
The Witch of Lust eerily commands: "This Night will never 
end!" 
She weaves, 
The Spell, 
Of Death! 
The Mistress of the Night! 
Unknowing virgin peasant girl is bled by the hands of 
Death, 
The Witch possessed by Satan, drinks the wine and the 
victim's last breath. 
Piercing screams of agony fill cold dungeons of old 
The numbness of her body means the Reaper's touch is 
cold! 
Bitch, 
Nocturnal Witch 
The Mistress of the Night! 
Sick winds blow in these lands... 
(Prepare for Death)