Текст песни Сказки Чёрного Города - Ведьма

Servant of God, I'm glad!
What is the case, we have sent you
The old must perform the ceremony!

No one has the right to condemn
You, if you refuse
But people no longer want to suffer!

The old church, which in the backwoods
For the repose of her soul sinful
Over the three nights
Prayers will you read over it!

At sunset the day
The church took me
And I only set foot over the threshold

With a clang fell down bolt
He turned the key in the lock
The doors were locked behind me

It appears my eyes
Female body in a coffin
But how was the dead woman is gentle!

A ray of sunshine coming flashed
On the face it slid
As if she was alive

But night fell over the city
And faith in God only could help
After all, from what I saw
The blood froze in my veins I have!

The deceased got up!
I saw!
Cold hands pull me become!
Under the dome of the church, it soared!
Yet a little and does kill!

But I helped save Dawn
And crowing that heralded it
I thought I'd never see me again White Light
Faith in God in me the case has revived

This church, in the backwoods
Refuge became for her soul
And only at the cost of gray hair
Tranquility I brought them home