600 years ago, when the tyrant had to die   all the horror and the torment had an end   and man could laugh again while the corpse was burning high   and they strewed away his ashes in the wind      and they carved a sign on the castle´s walls   for eternity to stay   never to all the awakening, oh never lift the veil      when the blood pours out of the dungeon´s walls   when the spirits cry as the darkness falls   the torture will rise from its ashes to return again      when the moon is darkened and the candle´s low   and the mystic cold winds of old wisdom blow   on the stones, it rises again to flay      Procession takes its way to the ruin on the hill   conjuration takes its toll, but they don´t know   a pair of evil eyes watch the disappearing moon   and can´t wait for the blood that soon will flow      in darkness now there fades the light,   it appears the final sign   the withering flower, he prepares to cross the line      the thunder breaks the sky, the lightning hits the walls   they have gone too far, an unknown creature cries   beware the bleeding stones and the final tear it falls   the quest, here is the end, the caller dies      the creature disappears in the night, ancient powers are unleashed   once again to sow a malicious seed