Wicked Silver Bell

Just finished this one. Came to my while I was shaving, wrote the first half before open mic, the other when I returned. Obviously I need to stop falling in love with practitioners of the dark arts

A buzzing in my head begins

As loud as Pharaoh's locusts

Your face and voice descend on me

I cannot seem to focus

And when I cut myself shaving

I just let it bleed

Because I know

The crimson flow's

Enough to make you gleam

When things get red and hard and dark

You radiate with power

Perhaps that's why my heart is art, 

Hung upon your bower

You let it rot to dust

You smile at the smell

For seven nights

And on eighth light

You ring your silver bell

Lost deep within the sacred wood

My bones as stiff as stone

For without a heart to circulate

Order's overthrown

But through the mist I hear a sound

So thin and cold and calm

I follow well

Your silver bell's

Wicked magic song

(Break)

Oh foolish hearts were set ablaze

All those years ago

Now an older fool , I should have guessed

The power that you'd know

You clutch my heart, and with a beat

My corpse begins to sing

You have your fun

I turn to run

Your bell begins to ring

(BREAK)

And when my song is over

I know I'll not be free

You clap your hands and with a jerk

My body betrays me

I pop and crack as I dance

Around your holy flame

How in the fire

Of my desire

I somehow lost the game

No power left to fight it

We fall into the dance

You take my hand and shoulder

I never stood a chance

You lead me and you spin me

An unending waltz of doom

Now dark the sky

By and by

You take me to your room

(BREAK)

You finish with a cackle

The spell has been performed

Naked fair, you mount your horse

And ride into the storm

My heart you left upon a table

With a needle and some thread

It was quickly done

The flesh was numb

Into the dark I tread

Walk out into the forrest

In the lightning and the rain

I can barely walk, for with the blood

Returned my sense of pain

And through the mist I hear a sound

So thin and cold and calm

Called back to hell

Your silver bell's 

Wicked magic song

(BREAK)

And through the mist I hear a sound

So thin and cold and calm

Called back to hell

Your silver bell's

Wicked magic song