On a black horse that brings the night
And dark black eyes that surfeit the light
Shee’ll gallop across the glaring sight
Shee’ll come shee’ll come shee’ll surely come.
On the days of winter’s cold
When wolves run wild and dreams unfold
The necromancer will take her toll
Shee’ll come, shee’ll come, shee’ll surely come.
And there shee comes like the chilly hale
To ruin again, my fairytale.
To conquer the King with her noxious spell.
Shee’ll come, shee’ll come shee’ll surely come.