The Black Baroness

She was standing quietly, gaze fixed on the burial mound
Loving to be the lover of death
For in his love he gave her choice, the dark current of his voice
Oh living God, we prey

The truth won't burn in fire
It only rises high
Our penetrating witchcraft
Won't cease to be alive
We feel their cold hearts
The men of today
Living just for dying
But their flame is lucifer!

She sleeps in the forest all alone, abandoning everything she knows
And blackest cat would mean no harm, broken mirror's just a charm
Soon their temple is whole

The truth won't burn in fire
It only rises high
Our penetrating witchcraft
Won't cease to be alive
We feel their cold hearts
The men of today
Living just for dying
But their flame is lucifer!

Sing of death-defier
Time to spirit high
Rise tonight
And shine her soul

Oh, when the curtains fall
They flee to that corridor
Now when the play is done
No lies won't take hold
May their father die
Lost in ruins old
While we stand waiting
For the seeds to be sown!