Under the black skies, a full moon rises,

A deafening silence surrounds me,

The church has forsaken me and left me to suffer endless torment

I stand alone on this pentagram, prepared to meet my end

I beckon the holy spirit, rosary tightly in my grasp

The witches surround me, it is time to meet my maker

Let them kill me,

My limbs outstretched,

Behind my back my hands are bound,

The strappados creak as they prepare to raise me to the heavens,

Death is coming fast, and I am ready

\"Dog-man, stay.

Your terror comes at a price.

Under the moon's glow

Your true self

will be revealed.\"

I awaken, my memory is a blur,

Yet I am still here,

I am alone on their pentagram once again,

Have I been spared? Or have I purged the black magic which faced me?

Oh no, what is that feeling inside my head?