On a frosty winter's night, a man screams out in agony
Mortally wounded, he bleeds out upon the forest floor
As he takes his final breath the trees begin to sway and whisper
A figure looms over him and brings his corpse to life
"What have you done unto me? My conscience is here but my heart's not beating?"
The figure removes its cloak to reveal a woman of immense beauty
Risen from the dead to serve me
Risen from the dead as a sacrifice
"Where are you taking me?"
"To my lair at the edge of the swamp."
"What are your plans with me?"
"Oh, my love, you'll soon find out."
"I will not allow this!"
"I'm afraid you have no choice."
"Witch, I'll have your head!"
"I'd like to see you try!"
The figure then took him back to her lair
Where she lay him down upon the muddy floor
And drew a circle 'round him whilst she chanted in Latin:
"Corpus meam ad praefinitum tempus iam habiti et mortuus est"
Then the wind begins to howl
The trees speak of death and evil
Sulphur engulfs the air as a swamp boils over
Mortally wounded, he bleeds out upon the forest floor
As he takes his final breath the trees begin to sway and whisper
A figure looms over him and brings his corpse to life
"What have you done unto me? My conscience is here but my heart's not beating?"
The figure removes its cloak to reveal a woman of immense beauty
Risen from the dead to serve me
Risen from the dead as a sacrifice
"Where are you taking me?"
"To my lair at the edge of the swamp."
"What are your plans with me?"
"Oh, my love, you'll soon find out."
"I will not allow this!"
"I'm afraid you have no choice."
"Witch, I'll have your head!"
"I'd like to see you try!"
The figure then took him back to her lair
Where she lay him down upon the muddy floor
And drew a circle 'round him whilst she chanted in Latin:
"Corpus meam ad praefinitum tempus iam habiti et mortuus est"
Then the wind begins to howl
The trees speak of death and evil
Sulphur engulfs the air as a swamp boils over
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