Witch Spell

Oh, darling that shines on a nightly cloud
Oh, my brave creation of sanctity
He who shall guide me on my way found
A shivering sacrifice to immortality.

Thee never rested on a tomd?
Thee had not walked the path of dead?
Then seize my prayers, feel my wounds
Be overwhelmed by the everlasting dread!

Alas, on this infernal fight
I am the ravenous disaster
For my wings cannot perform a flight
I grant thou as my Infernal Master!