Next morning his corpse was found twisted, cut and broken The way those empty eyes stared! As if they saw the doors of Hell going open Something bewitched returned from the ashes where she once burned Princess of the moon Roaming timeless gloom Murder! Murder! Once sick of hatred, now frightened of these unsolved deaths His cheating mistress and her lover passed away like rats Now Ian's hourglass is leaking time like a bleeding that cannot be stopped For a lugubrious existence is craving for his teardrops and blood Kijk mij aan zodat de duisternis in jouw ziel kan schijnen Jouw bestaan zal als een tijdloze vloek in de dood verdwijnen That day he's riding through the forest as his intuition speaks: "You are being followed!" Then the spirit attacked from the trees It pushed his face into the spinning carriage wheels His skull cracked open... ... and there were no more screams!