From the bottom of the pit of nightmares she will come   From the dungeons of insanity to haunt the wicked mind   A crooked finger points, a spell is cast, words can kill   A weaver of the web of tears, a daughter of the dark      Oh, the moon is so cold   See the grace of her presence      Giving you the poisoned apple, beauty or beast   Dancing naked in the rain with eyes that cannot see   Calling demons that have not spoken in a thousand years   Old sad eyes of wisdom tell of dreams we can`t reach      When the moon is so cold   When the air breathes of evil   And the black skies will burn   See her shadow is rising      The dying illusion   The loss of a friend   The dying illusion   Please come back again      The hideous smile of the Devil`s child will tease you to believe   A forbidding shape witch or virgin - over a sinister moon   Fatal grace that blinds and binds, assaults and astounds   From the cradle of eternity to the fears of modern man      When the moon is so cold   When the air breathes of evil   And the black skies will burn   See her shadow is rising      The dying illusion   The loss of a friend   The dying illusion   Please come back again