Howl ye to the gods and turn your eyes away
Dare not to look upon the guilt on my face
This night may be over, but another’s on its way
You cannot be rid of love, without something to put in its place

Cheated by death, cheated by time
I need a spell to bring you back, a spell to make you mine
And my boat glides slowly now, leaving no wake
For I go to see the turtle king, asleep beneath the lake

Instruction and warning, with a sweep of his tail
And only through purity can love prevail

Spider’s silk to catch your heart as it flies away
Three drops of an Autumn rain, too little, too late
Baby’s teeth for memory, the wings of a dove
A covetous heart cannot resurrect love

Howl ye to the gods and turn your eyes away
Dare not to look upon the ash on my face
This night may be over, but another’s on its way
You cannot be rid of love, without something to put in its place

You were to marry him in his house upon the hill
And I’m knee deep in the darkening mud, where the crickets call you still
But you were trapped in the fire when the roof caved in
Now stands a cage of ashes where your new life should have been

But I didn’t know you’d be there, you were supposed to be away
It wasn’t ‘till I heard you scream that I realized my mistake

Spider’s silk to catch your heart as it flies away
Three drops of an Autumn rain, too little, too late
Baby’s teeth for memory, the wings of a dove
A covetous heart cannot resurrect love

Howl ye to the gods and turn your eyes away
Dare not to look upon the blood on my face
This night may be over, but another’s on its way
You cannot be rid of love, without something to put in its place

Stained with guilt, with blood and with ash
By the arts of the Chelonian, I call you back!
But something went wrong, your spirit floats through the trees
There are secrets tangled in these roots that sunlight never sees

Howl ye to the gods and turn your eyes away
Dare not to look upon the blood on my face
Tonight may be over, but another’s on its way
You cannot be rid of love, without something to put in its place