Ancient Part Iv Zillah And The Crone Lyrics

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."