Two dates that should never be forgotten are the 28th of March, and the 1st of June in the year
of 1675. During those days, 65 women, two men and four boys were decapitated and burned at the
stake on a hill in Torsaker, which later were named the Witch Hill. Can you imagine the fear of
those poor people walking on a straight line to their death? The smell of blood, body fluids and
burned flesh... the screams of the prisoners, the cheers of the blood thirsty crowd? Legends say
that even in our days, at nights, on the Witch Hill of Torsaker, you can hear the terrible screams
of the 70 people that lost their lives during those two days. This was a huge scenario of madness,
a tragedy of mankind, and what for? Power, greed and the will to dominate other people. Even now,
several hundred years later in time, these things still happen in our world, so what did mankind
learn from this? Nothing.

Darkness has covered the sky
And there is something in the air
There's something about to take place
That will change many human fates

Time to walk the lonely path to shadows
Fear is starting to creep deep inside
Is this real or just imagination
All will be answered in time

In silence they started to walk
Guided by men that's wearing arms
With violence they're leading the way
That will lead to their final end

Time to walk the lonely path to shadows
Fear is starting to creep deep inside
Is this real or just imagination
All will be answered in time

So it is time, can not deny
It's not a dream, but deadly real

There comes a time, when all questions will be clear
There comes a time, when we don't feel no fear
There comes a time, when we meet the ones we love
There comes a time, when all answers will be shown
Far from the shadows, far from the pain
Far from all misery, when you meet your destiny

Feels like it's all but a dream
Hoping they soon will wake up
It's crazy it cannot be real
Stop this madness and set them free

But no one could hear their silent prayers
This wickedness have gone to far
A lonely cry echoes inside
Their agonizing hearts

There comes a time...

As they were reaching the hill
What they saw was to much to cope
They fell to their knees and cried
Aware that it's time to die

The smell of blood and burned flesh
Nearly drove them insane
One by one they were slaughtered
Cheered by the bloodthirsty crowd

BURN! BURN! BURN!
Please, Lord, welcome their souls

So it is time, can not deny
It's not a dream, but deadly real

There comes a time...