Wandering Witch Waltzing

Blackberry wine so sweet and sickly Oh, be my precious poison potion Slow to pour like flowing mercury Drowning in frail devotion.

The king raises his skull goblet A war of the underworld was won. The fires burn emerald not scarlet Drink deep until the night is undone

haunting soft music, a string orchestra The air tastes of sugar, just like in dreams Beautiful glittering lights reflected by a tiara The demon queen sings and screams

Oh, does thou not miss the moonlight? No I do not quite desire it, tonight.