Resting by my fire. Looking deep into it's flames.

My mind must have been somewhere else

Far beyond these plains.

I am suddenly aware of a pair of eyes staring at me.

I turn around and behold the most ugly thing I have seen.



The woman standing in the glade like a shadow in the night

Points her wretched finger at me with a wretched smile

And she asks me in a voice that sounds as if it's been so long

since she spoke, if I seek magic then I should come along



I'm but a man. Mortal, a man.

But she leaves no footprints in the snow

Still I follow on to where she is going

For she has promised me magic if I follow on.



She takes me to a part of these woods few have ever seen.

Where the sun surely won't reach

Still the ground ominously gleams.

She says she's seen me coming and that she knows where I'll go.

But before I leave she says there is this one thing I should know.



She offers me the ability to take a fatal wound.

Every cut by sword or spear will be absorbed by her tree-womb.

The magic will remain until it's time for me to part with this mortal world.

And all she'll claim is my young heat.



I'm but a man. Mortal, a man.

And I'll need all the help that I can get.

So I give my heart to the woman of the dark

With or without it...my life is not over yet.



Wing of bat and lizard's eye.

Dust of a star fallen from the sky.

Tears of a virgin, *** of a god.

Thirteen drops of an infant's blood

A twist of a cat's spit and oil of the moon

Stir for a while and very soon

A salve to be applied upon the chest

close to where the heart beats strong.



No pains will occur when her hand is pushed into my flesh

She'll slowly draw my living heart out