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.