Alone she paints mental pictures in the darkness of her old room Trying to make time pass quickly in the pitch black of her thoughts The wind howls outside, mixing sounds of fury and terror Hot and cold sensations run through her blood Mournful melodies echo silently, carrying feelings that the end is coming Madness, dementia and insanity they screamed Announcing worst days to come Arrested, she was placed in a filthy room For hearing the doomed song of the dead No one felt his presence No one understood the notes of the song he was singing to her Mortifying the dreams that will never come with a terrifying lullaby The village was small and everyone was superstitious There was a war against the evil living across the river Ancient chants and exotic dances took place on warm, festive nights Everything was a sin for the village elders One night they decided to put an end to the evil Blood and the smell of burning flesh Ignorance! They mocked everyone, killed everyone But there are forces that can't be killed, that can never be destroyed or silenced Dead energy of the murdered calls out to Azazel! Oh, master of wrath! Bring chaos to the prejudiced Bring death to those who desire death Azazel calls for murmur, calls for dark lullabies The woman with a pure soul was swallowed by darkness She was seduced by the melody that no one could hear The music that tormented her, enraged her and caused death She doesn't sleep anymore She doesn't eat anymore She doesn't dream anymore She only listens to the song She doesn't love anymore She hates it more She sees better She listens and likes the song She dances and spreads the disease She dances and spreads the plague She dances and hundreds fall dead beside her She dances and bears the devil's mark on her back Bear the curse and condemn the impure and unwary See what they don't see Hear what they don't hear No one felt his presence No one understood the notes of the song he was singing to her Mortifying the dreams that will never come with a terrifying lullaby Follow the one they don't follow She was called cursed Follow the one they don't follow But she was the host of the curse Follow the one they don't follow Not even ashes remained from the sick bodies Sick and dead here We're all dead