For those who fear the dark
Shall always be blessed
Those who live thru spells
Restless death will tasteBorn dead the promised
Land of salvation
The sickened coming
Bringer of damnationAwakened lust - holy - witches blood
Devils spawn - blessed - by no priest
Dark instinct - evil - shall prevail
Burning death - alive - faith will failFire walk with me
Lord of the dead talk to meWhen I was a child
The dark would call my nameIn my dreams thru blood and fire I'd revel
"Pactum cum diabolo" born of the devilSwinging, smiling - rotten from a tree
For I've lost the blessing
I will always beBlasphemy - against - all that's holy
Merciless - to all - death unfold theeFire walk with me
Lord of the dead talk to meFate given with birth servant of evil
Though, I'm a true witch I can't die by fire
I feel only the pain the pain the one desiresThey've tied me to the stakeI await my fate
The flames grow oh so high
I wish that I could die