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.