In the morning mist by the waning moon

through the woods she set on foot

With a sacred blade cut the berries down

Dug up the dreaded mandrake root



Chorus:

Tread my path to summer's end

This bequest I leave you she says

You will see what could be evergreen

Turn to copper and fade to gray



By the standing stones

Atropine eyes smiled at me

Sitting in a sluggish vertigo

Sands of time form another dream

No love without sacrifice

No lige springs without decay

The final kiss is a wormy one

In soils cold caress to rest we'll lay



Chorus


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