For those who fear the dark  Shall always be blessed  Those who live thru spells  Restless death will taste    Born dead the promised  Land of salvation  The sickened coming  Bringer of damnation    Awakened lust - holy - witches blood  Devils spawn - blessed - by no priest  Dark instinct - evil - shall prevail  Burning death - alive - faith will fail    Fire walk with me  Lord of the dead talk to me    When I was a child  The dark would call my name    In my dreams thru blood and fire I'd revel  "Pactum cum diabolo" born of the devil    Swinging, smiling - rotten from a tree  For I've lost the blessing  I will always be    Blasphemy - against - all that's holy  Merciless - to all - death unfold thee    Fire walk with me  Lord of the dead talk to me    Fate given with birth servant of evil  Though, I'm a true witch I can't die by fire  I feel only the pain the pain the one desires    They've tied me to the stake    I await my fate  The flames grow oh so high  I wish that I could die