Into the trees Older than time, blacker than night
Into the heart of unholy delight
Under the hill horrors untold are awaiting us still
Under the masque of unspeakable Will
Into the trees Within a grove of crushed broken bone
Into the presence of her throne
Under the hill pleasures untold are awaiting us still
Under the masque, awaiting the kill
Deep within the heart of the hills dwells the Keeper of the Grail
Pallid Queen, gateway to the Other World, she who holds the keys of hell