After the night of the dark moon
They come back to life
From the crypts... free from the chains
When the sky changes
colours
The ghosts of the past announce the words
Of the dark book
Blood will be life
There will be a morbid breath
The
rain will be tears
After the night of the dark moon
Candles on the way towards the temple
Your broken nails on the
trees
To hide you from the priests
In the woods of Valacchia
Blood will be life
There will be a morbid breath
The rain
will be tears
After the night of the dark moon
On the hill the stake for the witch
"Eko, eko, Azarak.
Eko, eko,
Zamilak.
Eko, eko, Cernunnos.
Eko, eko, Aradia."
On the hill the stake for the witch
You hear the howling
wolves
The dead indicate the way... For you
Towards the stake
