Wandering tales will ring The death of virgin souls The weeping winds of mourning Bring a sad lament upon a dying breath The warlock's knife of serpent steel Has spilled the sacrificial blood From out the witch of Waldow Wood, Waldow Wood Upon that stone in dead of night A witch of pure unblemished white Fell victim to satanic rite in Waldow Wood Wandering tales will ring Of how she gave her love To one dispossessed of his soul Who then vowed her heart in worship to the damned The warlock's knife of serpent steel Has spilled the sacrificial blood From out the witch of Waldow Wood, Waldow Wood In pools of death her love lies lost Betrayed by one ordained in blood Whose devil worship vanquished all the powers of good So now she lies beneath the leaves In lakes of withered poppy seeds To wander far in fields of fantasy