Not long now, the dusk is nearing, It is time for me to go, to head for the clearing. I make my way, the candle burns bright, Stumbling and falling through the dark, dark night.
Through the ivy-clad trees I see them dancing, Such heavenly creatures, glorious abandon, lifting on the breeze. They must never see me, or I will never be free, Such wicked enchantment can bestow a cruel destiny.
They say fortune favours the brave The difference found between master and slave. But remember this, and remember it well, A fragile path leads between Heaven and Hell.
And then I realise, then I see This dance of the dead is calling me. It's too late, my fate sealed, my light has gone, Cast forever beneath the Seal of Solomon.