A long time ago when I was a child - I heard tales and rumours of a place

A place of shadows and mysteries - „The Black Forest“ is it’s name

Within rumours of wisps and witches – With power to revive

I see the only hope – To bargain for your life

The children of black forest - will aid me

Hundreds of wisps and vague shapes - to meet

To bring her body and beg - for a spell

Lay you on a moonstone and reanimate

Unknown phrase – rattling air – a person appears

Incantation – word is said – the sky collapses

The body – was lifted – eyes began to gleam

Within the – summoning – the circle of three witches

Her body twists under the spells of ancient times

Conjuring back her spirit – which was left for afterlife

The children of black forest - will aid me

Hundreds of wisps and vague shapes - to meet

To bring her body and beg - for a spell

Lay you on a moonstone - and reanimate

Four faces’ve risen – Heading straight to me

Crawling, Infecting – A strange curse into my skin

Fingers crooked in unphysical pain – writhing in cramp

Like tied and stunned – but not willing to run

Four mouths have spoken – Tongues licking ears from inside

Losing my senses, my will – Under a totally blackened sky