In her mind, like the eternal fight between black water masses and unholy rocks,
fight her deepest wishes against the endless sorrow.
In her life she does not find the way out.
In her dreams she lives in another world.
Through the woods, the woods of eternity to the mountains of deliverance.
Her face, her skin, her pale tremble skin are wet
from the black tears they are running down.
In front of her there stands a burning cross in an ocean of candles.
The twitching lights reflect in her eyes.
Now she has only one wish – to die.
Lyric Return Of The Witch – Atanatos