As a child he asked of me Offerings of flowers And through the years I worshipped him He granted me his powers But new Gods have gained prominence And so his power wanes Lest I provide the offerings Of blood as he ordains For thirty days I left his shrine The safety of the trees And traveled through the towns of man To find one who would please I found him on the fifteenth day And for him I did a dance And lead him to my forest home As though within a trance I dance a dance of sorrow And I sing a verse of pain I know not if the morrow Will release me from these chains For two weeks we lived happily On fruit and game and wine I said that with a sacrifice We'd share a gift divine And so upon the final day With full moon shining bright I spilt his blood upon the stone My god drank well that night Now every night the moon is full Within that cursed glade I wrap my spells about myself And dance for my love's shade I dance a dance of sorrow And I sing a verse of pain I know not if the morrow Will release me from these chains