Born Under the Master's Spell - Mütiilation

In the past plague years, a village enchanted by fear

Tales of the crucified hadn’t yet reached the ancient beliefs

Frozen by a malevolent magnetism, under the master’s spell

Everyone dread the black hill knowing from where Evil comes

Born under the master’s spell

A gate’s opened to Hell

On each fullmoon night a virgin disappears

As an evil sentence terrifying the masses

Under the yoke

Mystified by centuries, enslaved mortals living in fear

Under the yoke

Through the mist of times, on the hill a black fortress rises

As an eye, the eye of Satan

Dark and cold, infinitely malevolent

Sad and so old, the eye of Satan