ANCIENT - Part Iv Zillah And The Crone lyrics

Of all my children, none so beloved

my sweet Zillah, none so desired

her tender skin, her blood so saccharine

I was mesmerized by her enchanting eyes.

But she would turn from me, she had no love to me

nothing I'd provide could keep her satisfied

so I took to roam the wilderness alone

Amid the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see.

Crone: "My spell can make thee win her heart

Drink of my blood then we'll start."

Caine: "Her (foul) blood I drank for many nights

and Zillah indeed became my wife."

Crone: "The elixir hast bound thee

My serving thrall thou always be."

Caine: "But after a Year (and a day) her grasp (on me)

had gone

With a stake through the heart, I left her

to the dawn."