Under the spell You search for the waters where she dwells No time for farewell, no ears for warnings or tales Deep in a trance You brake all resistance , she's calling again Your sweet romance Is waiting for you at the end of the glen
She looks like a dream Mold by the river in it's flow A well plotted scheme, laid to your feet, I know A beauty so mad It thrives on deception and feeds on men her magic is spread, seduction and death, again
Awake ! Your dreaming will break In the depths of the lake (caught in the depths of the lake) Awake ! Your lady is fake Don't make this mistake (don't follow her call, do not listen to the snake