Bathory The Woodwoman
Resting by my fire.Looking deep into its 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 urn 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 sound 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 footprins 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 is coming And tha she known 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 cu by sword or spear will be Absorded by her tree-womb This magic will remain until it`s Time for me to part with this mortal world And all she`ll claim is my young heart I`m but a man.Mortal a man. And I`ll need all the help tha 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 lizzard eye Dust of a star fallen from the sky Tears of a virgin and the cum 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 a very soon A salve to be applied upon the chest Close to where the heart beats strong "No pains will occur when hand is pushed into my flesh She`ll slowly draw my living heart out of my open chest She`ll place my heart in the pit of the snake and behold the years go by Hers to keep from the moment when the time has come for me to die"
