Daily Dosage of Metal CCLXIII
Resting by my fire
Looking deep into its flames
My mind must have been somewhere else
Far beyond this place
I’m suddenly aware of a pair
Of eyes staring at me
I turn around and behold the most
Ugly thing I’ve 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
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 one thing that I should know
She offers me the ability
To take a fatal wound
Every cut by sword and spear will be
Absorbed by her tree-womb
This magic will remain until it’s
Time for me to part
With this mortal world and all she’ll
Clam is my young heart
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 eye
Dust of a star fallen from the sky
Tears of a virgin and the c*m of a god
Thirteen drops of an infant’s blood
A twist of cat’s spit and oil of the moon
Stir for a while very soon
A salve to be applied on 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
