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, 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 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 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.