Sorcerer's Mass

Wood's in fright.
Running through the night
I can't find the way –
Lead astray.

Deceiving is moonlight –
The sorcerer's hide.
I saw this dream before
Blood's running cold.

My scarlet colored dress.
caught rapacious eye.
The wolves' heavy breath
Is blending with my sigh.

Seven rings protect
An altar of black stone.
Werewolf's big head
Utters husky groan.

Caught am I
In his trap I will die.
This ancient game
Is Black magic's reign.

On bald-headed peak
Dancing was the Death.
Witches wait for me
To start the sorcerer's mass.