The Witchwood
(专辑: 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