The Witch of the Night

Dark as the night,

Far down the hills,

You'll meet the witch of darkness,

With wings of darkened frills.

She'll ask you where you were,

She'll ask you why you are,

She'll ask you who of the land,

Bears your living star.

You won't know what that means,

You won't know where that is,

You won't know who you are,

But you'll know the truth is this:

Dark as the night,

Far down the hills,

You'll meet the witch of darkness,

With wings of darkened frills.

She'll say you were alive,

She'll say you're from the stars,

She'll say you have no life,

Because you're from afar.

You won't know what that means,

You won't know where you are,

You won't know who you were,

But you'll know you're from the stars.

The sky is black as night,

The hills are shadowed in gray,

The seas are blue with frost,

And your truth is clear as day.

Dark as the night,

Far down the hills,

You'll meet the witch of darkness,

With wings of darkened frills.

She'll share the secret of life,

She'll share the secret of mind,

She'll share the secret of darkness,

And the secret of your kind.

You will seek the land afar,

You will seek your rightful place,

You will seek the hidden truth,

And find your hidden race.

Now you know where you stand,

Now you know why you are,

Now you know who of the land,

Bears your living star.

Now you are the witch,

Now you are the star,

Now you are the angel,

Who came from life afar.

Dark as the night,

Far down the hills,

You're the witch of darkness,

With wings of darkened frills.

You'll share the secret truths,

You'll share the untold lies,

You'll creep amongst the shadows,

And rise above the skies.