Into the trees Older than time, blacker than night Into the heart of unholy delight Under the hill horrors untold are awaiting us still Under the masque of unspeakable Will Into the trees Within a grove of crushed broken bone Into the presence of her throne Under the hill pleasures untold are awaiting us still Under the masque, awaiting the kill Deep within the heart of the hills dwells the Keeper of the Grail Pallid Queen, gateway to the Other World, she who holds the keys of hell