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