Wine from the blade
On the night, night of the full moon
(Chants) voices that call spirits in waiting
Sharing the drink of the bond
A broth of roots and charms
Spells under a twisted tree
Heretic, burn at the cross
Witch, float like a log
Flask over fire
Amongst the cobwebs of cellars
A mixture that turns metal to gold
(A potion to) bring life to the dying
Secret till the last words untold
Accused and convicted
For nothing I suffer your fear
Both hands nailed to the burning cross
Heretic, heretic
(From life to death, from evil and good)
(Paths from the past to time eternal)
