turned to stone

they're called the fools of the sixteenth century

they lived in fear and were lost in misery

deep in the night there was something going on

rats ran away and the spectres came along

they're locked in chains

the innocent victims

dreaming of turning to dust

they're prisoners in time

bewitched by the wizard

the evil will not come to rest

they turned to stone

there was no coin in the wishing well

they turned to stone

caught by a spell

the king told the crowd

not to touch the mystic stone

but they lit the candles in the mystic danger zone

they had no chance to escape from the rising force of the oath

caught in the light of death.