1. Without Ceremony And Bell Toll

Summer 1657
A tailor's daughter in pain – bewitched
A healer had told that the witch will be revealed
Before sundown a woman known as evil appeard
"That bitch must have done it. She must be the offspring of satan himself"

Despite the accusitions she offered to help
And poured a potion all over her
All of a sudden she started to shake
The birth of four frog-like creatures was seen

"She threatened me that inside I would melt 'cos I didn't give her butter" the poor girl yelled
So the witch was bound in heavy chains. And taken to the court as a servant of hell

"I met a mysterious black man. He kissed me and taught how to do harm"

As interrogation and torture went on. Heard the good people of the court horrible things
Thirteen years as servant of satan. A whore and a right hand to the dark prince

Sabbaths, or devotions to the devil
Were held on a small nearby hill At the peak of the torment
She turned in a few who had been there

"I met a mysterious black man. He kissed me and taught how to do harm"

343 days she spent in prison.
While the court sentenced her to death
A morning when the summer was at its warmest.
She was taken out and beheaded with another witch

Burned to ashes, spat on, despised
Buried into a hole outside of the holy ground
Shamefully she was laid to rest
Without ceremony and bell toll

2. Inside The Circle Of Stones

Along time ago was this stone circle built
The reason behind it remains a mystery

Why was it built at end of all paths?
On a tiny glade where no one could find

I wondered what was the purpose of this strange cult
To quench the thirst of my curiosity I decided to step in

The very moment I put my feet inside
I lost my consciousness, my sense of reality
It was another world I ended up in
Somewhere far from ours

I flew through a tunnel where voices
Were calling my name enchantingly
Flashes of nightmareous visions
A man of god would say I was in hell

Suddenly I found myself in a void
Empty of matter empty of noise
A while I didn't know if I still was flying Until it began again
It was as sudden when I got back to my reality
Supposedly after rolling out of the circle in the dream
I immediately knew that my knowledge wasn't enough
To research and possess this secret

When I walked away I stopped on a little hill
I saw it again, now also its shape...a five-pointed star

3. The Crow And The Warrior

Once in the silence of the woods
In the shadows of a crescent moon

The eyes scan the beautiful nocturne
The ears enjoy silent songs
"i have seen things and heard talks
Thy eyes are blind and ears deaf to

Words carried in the nightly breeze
Images in the autumnal grass"
Once in the silence of the woods
Under the spiral of oaken branches

Breathing slowly, heart pounding weakly
Shadows floating towards his eyes

"I have heard thee come since the moon was full
The owls knew what thou knew not
Oh thee children, thee almighty creatures
Ignorant are thee of thy width of knowledge

Under question should thou place thy concepts
Of Ьbermensch and Untermensch
For man has never, and will never even be positioned

Hath the words of the crow
Vanished with the echo into the night
Descended dark shadows
And covered the eyes

No sorrow felt the old crow
The secrets he revealed would remain as such

4. Dying To Meet You

In the eyes of the moon I see you
The face that brought my soul joy
In the reflections of the sun I feel you
The cross that brought me hate and pain

To the other side of the river my soul yearns
I am dying to meet you again
To the ruins of what once was a church my soul yearns
I am dying to meet you face to face

I remember the swwetness of the nights
Only me and you and the starlit sky
Now I have swallowed too many goblets
Of the bitter wine of anger you made me to drink

On that night rain fell not
On that night winds blew not
In the thick hot air
One dozen...two dozen
Torches appeared out of the chanting darkness
Simple minds certain of their ways being the best

I recall the last time I saw you
Screaming for me on that torchlit hill
And I sure will never forget you
Not before my sword cuts off your crow

5. The Witch-Hunts Trilogy:

Part One: "The Preacher Came To Town"

A peaceful town down by the lake
A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said
Quite prosperous one might add
Rye fields, cattle, and the riches of the lake
Fallacious was their dormancy of shelter
Blindfolded had they themselves with the shadow of the cross

This dormancy lasted until a dusk in August
A preacher came, handsome enough to wet any lady
He was greeted with warmth and friendliness
Though a bit of jealousy showed on the looks of the men

Nobody wondered why he spoke no words of god
And his eyes were glued to women's bodies
Nobody simply paid any attention to it
Especially the women enchanted by his attractiveness
Until one day the paint on the church walls began to crumble
The crop festered and the cattle began to die
The wives disappeared just before midnight
Only return before the first rays of sunrise

It began to show at the end of the month
The crop and the cattle dead, ground frozen, famine awaited

Vanished was the atmosphere of honesty and good will
People became wary of each other for anybody could have
Evoked this curse upon them

Part Two: "Burn, Witches, Burn"