The Hut is veiled in gloomy Night
Now as I the Traveller draw near
Nothing there seems to be real
And there´s a Kind of Magic in the Air

Black Magic

The Room is filled
With crimson Darkness
Some black Candles give a little Light
A young Maiden dressed in Red
Is standing there
Granting me a Smile of Seduction

Oh no
She takes me in her Arms
And whispers softly
"I´ll love you eternally"
And as her Grip is tightening
My Pleasure turns to Fear

Her Face is transforming
And the Horror is revealed
Grace and Beauty vanish
Reveal the Skull to me
I taste the Kiss of Death
I meet my Destiny
And in my private Hell
She will forever dance with me

I am dancing with the Banshee
I am dancing with the Banshee…