Evil - The Edgar Broughton Band

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