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......" "Come to me child.... my
black heart awaits your innocent soul......"
The blind monk prays under the crucifix of bones,
the undertaker polishes his shovel Close the
door... close the windows Leave out the fear and
the dark 'cause she has come to bring suffering
and death
