Daniel Pemberton - The Devil & The Huntsman (Feat. Sam Lee)

Young man came from hunting faint and weary
What does ail my lord, my dearie
O 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 or a torch 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
'T was not by bolt, nor yet by blade
Or the berries of the woody nightshade
O father dear, I have this ail
From the par that the devil made