Moondance

Right in the dark
 Flames burn the glade
 You'll die, before we can try
 The blood aprise, shall not worry 
 Your turn to pray
 You must not die

 In this place we're all, we'll be alone
 But we pray and lord will grant us life 
 That's all I'll be 
 Break my spell

 Right, but late 
 Called at the gates of
 Place of bewitched
 Don't worry now
 The blood - a price
 The shadows bouncing over me.