Her strong enchantments failing
Her strong enchantments failing
Her tower of fear in wreck
Her limbecks dried of poison
A dagger at her neck.
The Queen of air and darkness
Begins to shrill and cry
'Oh young man, oh my slayer,
Tomorrow you shall die'.
'Oh Queen of air and darkness
I think 'tis truth you say
And I shall die tomorrow
But you shall die today.