The night grows dark and I grow weary as the bones begin to rise.
The stars reflect the witch’s eye as she takes my soul with lies.
As the wind blows cold through every broken window,
I stand in a circle, where a cauldron of fire glows.

Close your eyes and listen to the painful voice inside,
the truth you hide is written long after we all die.
A liar's tongue is bitten inside the circle of light.
Fallen without a home the circle of bones ignite.

Dance with me, she said. Dance with me through fire and ice.
Take a chance with me, my friend, without ever thinking twice.
Perched on the truth we pull through the pages of our life.
Watch her evil fester and grow as she hides the spinning knife.

Take the stairs near the mountain, drink from the broken fountain,
contemplate not drowning, then enter the valley alone.
Can life return from death? Does the heart need love to beat?
Swinging with a broken neck until again we meet.