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