Benighted scene by the darkened lake In the gloomfull, dispiriting black Born from a mother not awake Blood is the solitary track Knife like rain in cuttings wind Lashed against a dying mother's face The owls sighed, the reaper grinned Human scent, so easily traced Harvester of the dead Inescapably led To her inalterable bed ♪ Left on the soaked moss, her male child Attracting the creatures of the woods Some in fury, some beguiled Greed gave triumph to the wolf Taken to the damp and noisome lair Fed on the flesh from his mater Sleeping and waking, unaware Evermore faithful, but a traitor Cold, appalled, awaken Never meant to be taken By the harvester of the forsaken