Oh the witching time,
like a blackened pearl
Oh how useless seem
the offers of this world
A shroud is wrapped and bound,
to Gallows led away
though innocence is mine
The dog will have his day

All the Love turned to Hate,
the blade is in too deep and your repentance comes too late

Oh wits misery,
the madness of your stay
The best revenge,
a price which you must pay

The children hide behind,
behind their little masks
They are, at their games,
the only ones who laugh

All the Love turned to Hate,
the blade is in too deep and your repentance comes too late

So did I deserve,
your lies and treachery
The curtain closes now
The bell, it tolls for thee

All your lies, all your shame
And it drives you even madder that you've got yourself to blame