Lyrics - Part Iv: Zillah And The Crone by Ancient

Of all my children, none so beloved my sweet
Zillah, none so desired her tender skin, her blood so saccharine
I was mesmerized by her enchanting eyes.
But she would turn from me, she had no love to me nothing
I'd provide could keep her satisfied so
I took to roam the wilderness alone
Amid the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone
I did see.
Crone: "
My spell can make thee win her heart
Drink of my blood then we'll start."
Caine: "
Her (foul) blood
I drank for many nights and
Zillah indeed became my wife."
Crone: "
The elixir hast bound thee
My serving thrall thou always be."
Caine: "
But after a
Year (and a day) her grasp (on me) had gone
With a stake through the heart,
I left her to the dawn."

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