Full of fear as you walk in the night The darkness holds you in its cold embrace. The dusk swallows a light of the day All the good is replaced by evil. The dreamworld and the sounds of the dark are beyond of your comprehension. And all them witches fly through the night The spell is upon the burden of your soul, not mine Carried away, dreaming while awake Seeing nightly fantasies of abnormalities. So absurd and dumb to believe that these delusions are for true. Born in the minds of dull women and from weak faith of simple men. And all them witches fly through the night The spell is upon the burden of your soul, not mine Spell on the burden of soul ----------------------------------------------------------------- In 17th century people were afraid of the dark. It was unknown and scary: all light vanished into the night where beasts were awaiting their prey, thieves and robbers stalked their victims, fairies and trolls were lurking in the shadows, witches, Devil worshippers and blasphemers were having their blood ceremonies. Darkness was cruel, fierce and merciless.