Witches spells,
Incantations of the night...

If the words were enough...
To transit time...

Running through the hillside,
Living a love with you as my guide...

1st Verse:
Being with you is like owning my own cloud...

If you sing the song,
What could possibly go wrong...

The sun, the sky,
To the Earth, and on High...

I wandered so long, shrinking from the slightest...
A cold, bleak, hardened heart...

In my mind there is a symphony,
Playing proficiently with the thundering sound of...

In the Mist, In the Briar,
Deep inside the heart of a blackened liar...

Darkness falls, and it's time to be afraid,
Hiding under the covers, in a fortress she made...

You have continued your straightforward course,
Into the recesses of my inimical, cold heart...

Thoughts of you are like some great, euphoric...
Intoxicating, stimulating, titillating...