When your soul gets bewitched,
Go lay under that tree.
Try to sleep it off,
Or there's a poisonous remedy.
Now your heart's under the clouds,
Of that pink gurgling smoke.
And your heart's beating too loud,
For that Man in the cloak.
There's a dark eternal sea,
In his eyes that are hidden,
There's a fire in that smile,
Save your love for it's too brittle.
Counting stars, in her daydreams,
When the sun has touched the sky.
Countless gestures in his schemes,
Pouring rains where it's too dry.
For the girl is Bewitched,
Under the spell of his Love.
And her death now has its time,
As an order from above.
In her eyes, there are silver daggers,
Shining in his coat of mirth.
She's a fairy in these faggots,
Demons singing at her Birth
And the red retains its colour,
In his dark pulsing veins,
She's as deadly as a feather,
There's demise under her gaze.
There are sparks upon her touch,
Cracking up his rusty shield,
Wouldn't know and wouldn't judge.
When he'd collapse under her feel.
Once a sorcerer of spades,
Now a hopeless boy weeps,
Needs to know his damned fate.
In the secrets that she keeps.
For the boy is Bewitched.
Under the spell of her Love,
And there comes her black kiss,
Flying on her white Dove.
