In the power of her will

Shall stand alone as darkness falls

Well cross the worlds with cursed words

Shall raise may head before i stear

dread

By the power of her will

I shall be embraced

I shall feel no thrill

Rotted wind blows in the face of

one who stands alone

Cresent moon contains the power

to invoke the sins that awaits in my

darkest dreams

You shall fall

In the line of my sight

Transgress