On a frosty winter's night, a man screams out in agony
Mortally wounded, he bleeds out upon the forest floor
As he takes his final breath the trees begin to sway and whisper
A figure looms over him and brings his corpse to life

"What have you done unto me? My conscience is here but my heart's not beating?"
The figure removes its cloak to reveal a woman of immense beauty
Risen from the dead to serve me
Risen from the dead as a sacrifice

"Where are you taking me?"
"To my lair at the edge of the swamp."
"What are your plans with me?"
"Oh, my love, you'll soon find out."
"I will not allow this!"
"I'm afraid you have no choice."
"Witch, I'll have your head!"
"I'd like to see you try!"

The figure then took him back to her lair
Where she lay him down upon the muddy floor
And drew a circle 'round him whilst she chanted in Latin:
"Corpus meam ad praefinitum tempus iam habiti et mortuus est"
Then the wind begins to howl
The trees speak of death and evil
Sulphur engulfs the air as a swamp boils over
Smoke and toxic fumes fill the lungs
This once-dead soldier a hollow corpse
Risen from the dead to serve me
Risen from the dead as a sacrifice

"This hollow corpse will harbor his soul
Come forth my love, I long for your touch!"

"Can you hear me, my love? Please open your eyes!
I've done this all for you!
Do my eyes play tricks upon me, or is that you, my love?
That I see? Say it ain't so
I thought I'd never speak to you again but here you are my love, nothing can tear us apart
Love eternal! My heart forever yours
Take my hand let us dance again beneath the pale stars
My love for you is eternal and I won't let you go until it's done!"

A waltz with the wicked
They danced hand in hand and disappeared into the forest