The Witchwood - Alcatrazz

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