Bitch in Black - Sólstafir

She said to me there’s nothing I like

As a young man’s arm bound with spikes

And songs that echo through the wood

Her face was hidden but I knew

Girls like this are very few

Then she drew back her hood

I’d seen her 'round so it seems

Blond non black her colour schemes

Chains wrapped round her slender waist

Beauty like a grove of birches

Eyes that glare like burning churches

She offered me her soul

Travelled as a seal across the sea

Found her there waiting for me

We knew that we were as one

'neath the midnight sun, northern June

Heathens baying at the moon

This I know will last beyond forever

Round he is, seems flat as a board

This altar of the werewolf lords

Wolfbitch howling 'neath the moon

Score into your flesh my runes

Valkyrie whore, bitch in black

Yearn to see you on your back

On all fours 'neath the moon

Cut into our palms the runes

Seen her 'round, so it seems

Blond non black her colour schemes

Chains wrapped round her slender waist

Beauty like a grove of birches

Eyes that glare like burning churches

She offered me her soul

Travelled as a seal across the sea

Found her there waiting for me

We knew that we were as one

'neath the midnight sun, northern June

Heathens baying at the moon

This I know will last beyond forever

Round he is, seems flat as a board

This altar of the werewolf lords

Wolfbitch howling 'neath the moon

Cut into our palms the runes

Valkyrie whore, bitch in black

Yearn to see you on your back

On all fours 'neath the moon

Score into your flesh my runes