There's a dark way in the ancient wood

Where the ghosts and the dead walk

She has enchanted eyes; she has the power of hell

Witch... unholy witch... witch... unholy witch

There's a smell of death... luciferia

A symphony of hell... luciferia

She was a beautiful girl... but the pain for the death of her son was great...

The heart becomes stone... frozen... there's no place for the joy

Eyes... unholy eyes... eyes... unholy eyes

She sleep in her coffin in the ancient cemetery... wait for the ceremony of death... wait...

The unholy words of the red book of macabria