Under the Fullmoon

Born under the master's spell 

  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