Through the wood and under the hill
Seek the man who time can't ****
A silver crown upon his brow
All the fair to him shall bow

Clothed in stars and faerie dreams
A stolen girl shall be his queen
The dance will steal away her fear
A single fruit will seal her here

A tithe of love or tithe of blood
Bind this court within the mud
A king must know just what to do
Strike her hard or strike her true

A dark game no mortal ever spies
Bright and dark the fair court lies
Time runs different here I know
Once inside I'll never go

Home again to my husband fair
Beneath the marble hill I dare
I am clothed in stars and dreams
I will be the bright courts queen.

Dance he sings and dance he calls,
I am down, he never falls.
Here he sings, taste this wine,
Thou shalt be forever mine.

I am lost and I am found,
Here beneath the faerie mound.
I will live or I will drown
Blood will coat my death born mound.

A sacrifice will be my end,
Ill watch the world begin again.
Back upon my hunt for him
I will live a lost writ hymn.