Now the mist is on the land Before the hoards of the dead we stand Against the cold of the western wind Against the demons of the night Let us drink
A poor farmer boy, to the wars he goes with his father's pride, and his mother's tears and he goes a virgin, to both women and blood he'll return a
Underneath the darkened sky All along the crooked way The same story once again Of sorrow and of pain One fool in a dream One black-hearted queen A tale
Mother Diana, Queen of Wytches Stars in the Heaven obey your calling Mother Diana, temptress, sorceress Spinning your magick above the earth Bore
Come and lay down in the meadow Rest your head amongst the flowers Come and sip the sacred poison Fly away on the wings of madness They were once
Underneath the neolithic sky Where the beasts are so proud to die Across the sea of a million dreams Where nothing is as it once seemed I hear the
Brightest of souls shining through Dearest of boys, I love you Wrapped in my arms I would stay here with you You are my lifeline You make the stars
Belladonna and aconite Give to me the gift of flight Take me up, airborne in the night In a dream, across the sky A hundred - million miles high
Can't Get You Outta My Head - Inkubus Sukkubus Can't get you outta my head Got a devil here inside me I can't get you outta my head The dead in Hell
Forget not the days of old And recall the stories told Of the burnings and the screams Do they ever haunt your dreams? There was a time when freedom
You're laying on your bed on a hot summer night Underneath the lunar light I am a dream I am a phantom of desire Call out my, call out my name Call out
All the Devil's Men In Christ's name they do their evil All the Devil's Men Still mad and medieval With their swords and with their guns And poisoned
The bloom of youth shone from her lovely face a rose against her skin would not seem out of place this silent succubi had men enrapt in dreams such
Here come the Christian knights Dressed in red and white To bring the Holy Word and set the world alight Here comes a plague of idiots blinded by their
You call my name and I will come A precious gift to be undone A willing harlot for your pleasure Day or night, I am the one To tend your needs and offer
A summer night, and a long-forgotten dream She is here, in the moonlit stream She's so lonely, her soul screams to be free She calls to you, "Boy give
It's that time of year once more and again When the green turns golden brown And the summer sun shall fade to winter sky Old Oak King, it's time for
She has fled the fields of green And gave to her his soul and heart Where life was pure in a rustic dream Where her first love carved his name in the
