Come dance with me through the mists of night To the dark and slumbering woodlands Where roam the nocturnal, spectral beasts Drawn by their masters calling Black ivy climbs up the broken walls Where a castle once presided The glare of the stars through velvet sky Lends life to rotting ruins Of dew and mold we shall spin a dream That will match a demons fancy A whisper from ancient hollow stones Of fairy rings and phantoms Keep close to me for the wind is still And the Lord of Night is calling A gift I have brought on New Moons Eve Of innocence and pale skin
presided, lends, calling, ivy, woodland