[Intro — whispered, Slavic female choir] Oy, dana, dana… Oy, heyra, heyra… Don’t wake the witch… if you fear her curse. [Verse 1] You spat upon my threshold Like the damned lord of these lands You threw my sacred herbs into the fire Now that fire comes for you Black ravens know your face The forest remembers every sin Vengeance grows within my hands While fear is rising in your veins [Pre-Chorus — ritual drums building] Do you hear the whispers? That is not the wind The ancient gods are dimming every sign Blood for wrongs Debt for pain Night is calling out your name [Chorus — powerful Slavic female choir] May the night choke you, you son of a bitch May the wolves tear through your dreams I am the witch of the dark marshlands And my curse runs through your blood Oy, dana, dana! May the moon burn out your eyes Oy, heyra, heyra! May the ashes fill your lungs Barefoot, I dance among the graves Until your fading spirit falls [Verse 2 — gusli, low ritual drums] In my ancient cauldron, I brew fear Your name, your hair, your rage A black candle weeps dark wax As I whisper out the words My hands carry the scent of smoke My lips have learned the tongue of death The moon has come to claim an offering And tonight I pointed straight at you [Pre-Chorus — choir answering] The forest whispers (Oy, hey, oy!) The waters rise (Dana, dana!) The ravens gather (Heyra, heyra!) Beneath the moonlit sky [Bridge — Slavic choir, gradually building] Oy, dana, dana, dana! The forest calls you Oy, heyra, heyra, heyra! The marsh is pulling you in Ravens circle Lower, lower Drums are beating Louder, louder There is no light There is no road Only the curse And the ancient gods [Breakdown — whispered ritual chant] Earth… Forest… Night… Hear me… Earth beneath me Moon above Claim the debt For every wrong [Final Chorus — epic Slavic choir, drums and strings] May the night choke you, you son of a bitch May your heart crumble into dust For the one who dares to wound a witch Has awakened something old Oy, dana, dana! Cry to heaven, no one hears Oy, heyra, heyra! Every sacred light is gone And I laugh among the flames As the black forest swallows you whole [Outro — distant female choir] Oy, dana… Oy, heyra… Dark forest… Remember… Don’t wake the witch… if you fear her curse. HEHEHE HEHE
