In the past plague years, a village enchanted by fear Tales of the crucified hadn't yet reached the ancient beliefs Frozen by a malevolent magnetism, under the master's spell Everyone dread the black hill knowing from where evil comes
Born under the master's spell
A gate's opened to hell On each fullmoon night a virgin disappears As an evil sentence terrifying the masses Under the yoke Mystified by centuries, enslaved mortals living in fear Under the yoke
Through the mist of times, on the hill a black fortress rises As an eye, the eye of satan Dark and cold, infinitely malevolent Sad and so old, the eye of satan
