Right in the dark
Flames burn the glade
You´ll die, before we can try
The blood aprise, shall not worry
Your turn to pray
You must not die

In this place we´re all, we´ll be alone
But we pray and lord will grant us life
That´s all I´ll be
Break my spell

Right, but late
Called at the gates of
Place of bewitched
Don´t worry now
The blood - a price
The shadows bouncing over me.