Nostalgie Depression - Sanguinem Saltus

Seeking the myth
I am searching for truth
All those stories have been told
But have someone seen it?
Are the witches dancing under moon?
Are there any ghosts in there?
I trying myself go deeper in the sphere
Deeper than anyone before
I wanna find out everything that´s secret?
The burning witches just haunt me
The burning souls of past have come along
To guide me or mislead me
Into eternal darkness

Into the eternal oblivion
But I refuse to stop my seek
The seek of truth is inside the walls
The truth can be found around those trees
Like in the old days I go on
No one can stand in my way
A guidance of those old ghosts
That have been here for centuries
They are beside me in this
I will surely become one

With the ultimate dark sphere
But I am willing and can die
For this I even can burn at the stake

They suffered for what they were
They suffered in the name of religion
Insanity went over the sick limits
In the name of lord they were burned at the stake
Over and over again in such a evil pain
For they commit a so called sin?
A so called sin...

They speak to me
They are beside me
In my twisted head
In my weirdest of dreams
They never leave me alone
So I must find the path to the witches trail
To the witches trail...
I think I am caught here to see what they went thru in the past
I am in a forest of Schizophrenic Screams

Seeking the myth
I am searching for the truth
All those stories have been told before
But have someone seen it?
Are the witches dancing under moon?
Are there any ghosts in there?
I trying myself go deeper in the sphere
Deeper than anyone before