Bài hát The Devil & The Huntsman Báo Lỗi

Young man came from hunting faint and weary

What does ail my lord, my dearie?

Oh brother dear, let my bed be made

For I feel the gripe of the woody nightshade


Many a man would die as soon

Out of the light of a mages moon

It's not by bone, but yet by blade

Can break the magic that the devil made

It's not by fire though it's forged in flame

Can drown the sorrow of a huntsman's pain


This young man, he die fair soon

By the light of the hunters moon

it was not by bone, nor yet by blade

Or the berries of the woody nightshade

Oh father dear, I have this ail

From the par that the devil made