The grand Warlock King
Descends from his great throne
At the beginning of every Spring
Down to the world of innocent mortals
He uses a magical spell
With his soft eyes of velvet brown
So that at the sound of his deep voice
Your knees tremble and fall to the ground
At the touch of his gentle hand
It becomes impossible to utter a sound
And the fiery caress of his eyes
Makes your once steady heart pound
His spell he does spin ever so carefully
Every thread and piece has its place
This web of seduction
Has a sweet angel's face
The air glitters and shines
As the Master works his terrible magic
And the hand of the clock begins to tick
Watching the minutes of his love begin to fly away
In the warm sunshine of his love
You flourish and bloom
But all too soon
Autumn is here
He's gone and he's taken his affection too
His spell broken, the threads of his web unraveled
Left all alone, you run and hide
Burying yourself deep inside
Waiting for the day
Your sweet Warlock will return
Wrapping you up in his cruel spell of love
Watching the petals of his love begin to burn
