Oh, I was young when first I saw your pathway and your door,
When first I knew the price I'd pay to learn your craft and lore.
You said that we would lovers be, that I should share your life.
The master, you, the apprentice, I, would live like man and wife.
But it was never me that you loved so well,
Not for a day or an hour.
It was never me that you loved so well;
All your love was for your power.
Oh, I grew wise, and I grew bold and clever too much by half.
So you turned me out, sent me from your door,
And showed me the empty path.
Well, now I walk in the world of men, and at night alone I lie,
But still I burn for your wanton spell, in a circle beneath the sky.
But it was never me that you loved so well,
Not for a day or an hour.
It was never me that you loved so well;
All your love was for your power.
Now if we ever meet again, in this world or another plane,
I know you'd seek to strike me down, for I've taken your soul name,
And you shall know no peace, my dear, as I no peace can crave
Till one or the other, or both of us, lies dead in a silent grave.
But it was never me that you loved so well,
Not for a day or an hour.
It was never me that you loved so well;
All your love was for your power.
All your love was for your power!