Hecate's Nightmare - Children Of Bodom

We never meant to let you down

But it all just goes to show

We keep on dancing though we know

It’s the same old song of woe

Two torches light up the way

As they beckon from below

To the groves of willows where

The seeds of hate we sow

Lost souls hover over the crossroads

Crying out your name

If the desire is do or die

When all else has failed

Calling upon you is a game

Never lost or never prevailed

Lost souls hover over the crossroads

At rise of the new moon

When the gates slowly open wide

The hinges creak their tune

We’re like Hecate’s nightmare

Three shots from you and none to spare

Should’ve been more watchful

Calling out your name in vain

We never saw your pain

Hecate’s nightmare

Unaware of the damage beyond repair

We’re like Hecate’s nightmare

Three shots from you and none to spare

Nightmare — unaware

Of the damage beyond repair

Gates close in the light of the moon

And the hinges creak their tune

We have become…

Hecate’s nightmare — unaware

Of the damage beyond repair

Hecate’s nightmare

Three shots from you and none to spare

Nightmare — unaware

Of the damage beyond repair

Should’ve been more watchful

Calling out your name in vain

We never saw your pain

Hecate’s nightmare — unaware

Of the damage beyond repair