In time you will see
What's behind the leaves
Carved in bark, the devil's mark
Follow me to the Ritual Tree
If you come down to old Hagley Wood
Who knows what you might find?
See the black candles lighting the way
Through the branches entwined
In time you will see
What's behind the leaves
Carved in bark, the devil's mark
Follow me to the Ritual Tree
Past the dark rows of oak, ash and thorn
To the twisted Wych elm
With its trunk hollowed out and deformed
Like some gateway to Hell
In time you will see
What's behind the leaves
Carved in bark, the devil's mark
Follow me to the Ritual Tree
She is waiting here beneath the boughs
Do you dare look inside?
Hand of Glory is pointing at you
And there's nowhere to hide
In time you will see
What's behind the leaves
Carved in bark, the devil's mark
Follow me to the Ritual Tree
Who put Bella in the Wych elm?
I'll never tell
Who put Bella in the Wych elm?
I'll never tell.
Who put Bella in the Wych elm?
I'll never tell.
Who put Bella in the Wych elm?
I'll never tell.
Who put Bella in the Wych elm?
I'll never tell.
Who put Bella in the Wych elm?
I'll never tell.
