Cup Of Seven (final verion)
On the western shores she found him,
on the sands where he lay slain.
Seven runes she cast over him
and so he rose again.
Drink from the Cup of Seven said she,
drink the draught full long.
To you your life I will return,
but to me it will belong.
Lords and men will perish,
by your hand both quick and strong,
My revenge you will exact
upon those that have done me wrong.
So drink from the Cup Of Seven said she,
Drink with all your heart.
For you are bound to my words,
by the power of my dark art.
But should you mean to cheat me,
retribution will ensue.
Upon the doughter I would have,
by no other man but you.
Her fathers ransom she will be,
her live I would take.
Should you fail at my commands,
you heart I will surly brake.
So drink from the Cup Of Seven said she.
Drink to your sevitude
Your name will be legend
In the years of my fude.
Drink from the Cup Of Seven said she.
Drink to your thraldom too.
For those that would aportion blame
Will look, not to me. but you.