Edgar Broughton Band Evil
Citadels with signals the rain cries on the lire
A bear crawls down below me across (??????????????)
The circle spinning madly as they put her to the fire
Evil, Evil, our blackest night
Some folk burn, the men cry, 'take the way down to the tower'
Behind the seas of emptiness they limbo down the line
Watch and find, the lady lies, the salsa in the night
Evil, Evil, our blackest night
The purple round the region carries oddly in the dust
Villagers waving wild just casting potions in the fire
Virtue isn't love, she's bound to the lust
Evil, Evil, our blackest night