Born under the master's spell 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 ma**es 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