Idioma Origen:
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 and perversion
You can see her with dark veil as she walks in the bewitched wood
The wolves sings when she pass, earth bleeds under her foot
Lady in black
Witchs eyes, pale face, nails like blades
"Come to me child, my black heart awaits your innocent soul..."
The blind monk pray under the crucifix of bones, the undertaker polishes his shovel
Close the door, close the windows
Leave out the fear of the dark ´cause she has come to bring suffering and death!
Idioma Destino:
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 and perversion
You can see her with dark veil as she walks in the bewitched wood
The wolves sings when she pass, earth bleeds under her foot
Lady in black
Witchs eyes, pale face, nails like blades
"Come to me child, my black heart awaits your innocent soul..."
The blind monk pray under the crucifix of bones, the undertaker polishes his shovel
Close the door, close the windows
Leave out the fear of the dark ´cause she has come to bring suffering and death!