The Witchwood

(アルバム： Dangerous Games - 1986)

Underneath the winter moon
There is a fire burning
Waiting 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