Darkness of room
My friends is this waiting
Anxiously for the doom's witch


Making a new deal, About the future world
For twoor more centuries, Circular table

This cruel deal to discuss
To torment human race wants


Minutest details
Outlined by the witch's brain
Make me sure for signing


Cutting the herbage over fire
Spirits have to burn with a great desire

Feeding my brain to detest the liar
For the future punishments too higher


Most part of her tricks
Have to punish people
Make them falling to her knees


Smoke of burned herbage
Rises from the room now

To defeat the future world

Doing her job now, Too easier than before

By my practice and hatred
To them doing harm, Is my honor to try
The law is they're born to die


Cutting the herbage over fire
Spirits have to burn with a great desire

Feeding my brain to detest the liar
For the future punishments too higher


Lie for your bad prise
Try to make a much better figure for yourself
Cry before your end

Die with your head immersed in the poison of rain