Craft her spell - Darkseed

Enchanting mights overhelming me

With skin pale as fiery snow

And eyes dark as night…

My growing heart-bleeding…

I craft her spell

A rising fountains of lust

One more staring glance

And my favour will never rust!

I am armed to suffer with quietness of spirit

Soft stillness with the touch of night’s sweet harmony

She seeks my life

Her love drops a gentle rain from heaven

A day when the sun is did

Give me light, give light

By these blessed candles of the night

The night methinks is the daylight sick