Luciferia

There’s a dark way in the ancient wood
Where the ghosts and the dead walk
She has enchanted eyes; she has the power of hell
Witch… unholy witch… witch… unholy witch
There’s a smell of death… Luciferia
A symphony of hell… Luciferia
She was a beautiful girl… but the pain for the death of her son was great…
The heart becomes stone… frozen… there’s no place for the joy
Eyes… unholy eyes… eyes… unholy eyes
She sleep in her coffin in the ancient cemetery… wait for the ceremony of
death… wait…
The unholy words of the red book of Macabria