On the hill of the ancient oak, she lives in the house of the crying eyesnDismal lullaby tales of her life, blood.. pain.. lust & perversionnnYou can see her with her dark veil as she walks in the bewitched woodnThe wolves sings when she'd pass, earth bleeds under her footnnLady in black... Lady in black.. Witch's eyes.... pale face.. Lady in black... Lady in black... nails like blades......nnCome to me child.... my black heart awaits your innocent soul......nThe blind monk prays under the crucifix of bones, the undertaker polishes his shovelnnClose the door... close the windowsnLeave out the fear and the dark 'cause she has come to bring suffering and death