She was drowned as a witch
In sixteen hundred two
But her life it goes on
By the seed of the seduced
By the blood of the moon
She is young again
In the mist of the lake
Where the dead trees never fall
Died a virgin now holy whore
She was never satisfied
Satisfaction most supreme
As your life flows through her thighs
By the blood of the moon
She is young again
In the mist of the lake
Where the dead trees never fall
The old witch, she is the way
Du bist eine alte hexe, she is the way
In the world down below
In the tunnels of the dark
You will find the secret eye
That extinguishes your spark
By the blood of the moon
She is young again
In the mist of the lake
Where the dead trees never fall
The old witch, she is the way
Du bist eine alte hexe, she is the way