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......"
 [bad word] to me child.... my black heart awaits your innocent soul......"
The blind monk prays under the [bad word] of bones, the undertaker polishes his shovel

Close the door... close the windows
Leave out the fear and the dark 'cause she [bad word] to bring suffering and death