Witchwood

Underneath the winter moon There is a fire burning Waitin' for the prince to come They stand alone Love could burning them warm out in the cold This love why do they wait, we'll never know Idle black and mystic night After the moon's dying Dancing in a wheel of fire Until the sunrise Sweet virginal child Naked and cold This love cuts like a knife That takes his blood Ride his heart, child of the night Take his hand, to be born, this devil's love Sweet virgin this child Standing alone This sweet wine drink as it bleeds Right out the cut Ride his star, child of the night Take his hand, to be done, this devil's blood Ride this star, child of the night Take his hand, to be born, this devil's hand