Part Iv: Zillah And The Crone — текст песни (Ancient)

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.