A dream...? A call...? Illusion or madness? I heard my name through a haunting chant Is it a chant or a gloomy symphony? Is it a call or my own cry? In the midst of lament and pain I see the way and find her My lost desire, my witch Guided by my despair... ... She travels through the infinite cycle of the Ages My Witch, burn me with your infernal beauty Dark Woman, let us melt in the Dance of Fire and Ice Share the secrets of Darkness Your black eyes are the mirror of truth Where I can see my power That you make, reborn within me Dark Woman, take me upon your cosmic travels My Witch, I want to be the storm of your hate Build a mighty castle A fortress for our unholy hearts Where we'll fly into dark caves For our quest of wisdom and Harmony of our melancholic spirits [Autumn 1995]