Now that the skyline
Is of crimson colour
And the moon is up in the sky
I sense them
I sense them calling for me
Ill omens
In the air
I must not move
But my feet, they take me there
I feel the pull to the skies
Insane howls
Morbid melodies
Pagan fires burn
The earth
Starts to turn
Sanity, my sacrifice
For knowledge beyond belief
Dreams in the witch-house
The dreams in the witch-house
My fate is clear
No!
No!
The memories are coming back
Now it's all too clear to me
Yes!
Yes!
This is it!
Yes!
This
Is
It