Stormwitch

On the top of a hill where an icy wind's blowing there is a hole in the ground In the deep shadows between moss-grown deep rocks a demon is creeping around A long time ago a handful of brave men arrested the beast in this cave they blessed the prison

The gates are closed, the bolts are welded they've left the red death far behind in the abbey's deep seclusion there's just beauty, there is wine The external world is dying death is raging in the shade no time to think about the terror let's celebra