The dungeons are calling our names,
inviting us to a masquerade in the flames,
once again lust will spread its wings
and carry us through the northern winds
Open the gates,
to where it's all supposed to end
and let us all in daimons, whores, witches and fiends

Swoop through the frozen landscape
of red memories almost forgotten,
In rapid re-run:
a crimson river of rich wine let loose on tiles

Hideous sihouettes flicker in the candlelight,
shapes of evil, we are all born of dayfright
Ever since the banquet I've waited for her burn,
might she be here, can this be the night of her return?

There, right before my eyes she stands, my dark witch
Dressed in her funeral shroud, as black as pitch
Carved symbols in black, scars that never heal
All over my body, for a thousand years I bore her seal
Come forth and lick the blood from my nasty wounds,
still so young though she's older than the moon
Carved symbols in black, scars that never heal
All over my body, for a thousand years I bore her seal

She chased the moonlight out on the fields,
a dance most sombre and seductive
She told me twisted stories from her past,
and said: - "take this stake and end my life, but do it fast"
Blood-drenched feathers against what's once been raped,
beautiful, innocent but still not too old
for what it is shaped
How can you die right before my eyes?
I always thought you were one of us,
one of the immortals

Open the gates,
to where it's all supposed to end,
and let us all in
Open the gates,
to where we once were supposed to sin,
and let us all in