Returned from the fields that night
Silent and disturbed, I hid out of sight
Deceiver schemer speaks an old rhyme

Skeletal remains and a glass of wine
Red like the blood dripping from each bite

Gentle mages were we
Bring harm to none with black witchery, Nature’s misused incantation crime

Mirrors will tell you lies; eternal life
Can’t be a compromise
It’s all in your mind

Tonight while you lie sleeping, dreaming a nightmare of bones and flesh of the innocent, I’ll take you away; you’ll be young forever, forever you’ll see

Deidre I’m painting your face
Portrait of nobility, fallen grace
Ghostly sage, you’re already dead

Oh my dear killer, conceited and ill
Wicked foolish pride, your tragedy’s mine