Under the spell
You search for the waters where she dwells
No time for farewell, no ears for warnings or tales
Deep in a trance
You brake all resistance , she's calling again
Your sweet romance
Is waiting for you at the end of the glen
She looks like a dream
Mold by the river in it's flow
A well plotted scheme, laid to your feet, I know
A beauty so mad
It thrives on deception and feeds on men
her magic is spread, seduction and death, again
Awake ! Your dreaming will break
In the depths of the lake (caught in the depths of the lake)
Awake ! Your lady is fake
Don't make this mistake (don't follow her call, do not listen to the snake
