[Verse 1] I made the trumpets shriek across the hall Green velvet strained across each splendid curve Lord Vane forgot his toast before them all His eyes slid down, he couldn't find his nerve The queen slapped him with her folded fan Such fear! It's just what I deserve! [Verse 2] A mother's lost her little boy's own name For sixteen minutes, then I set her free She'll hear him cry, and ever feel that shame That is what sets apart mere thugs from me I stoop to check the bubbles, you go still You're speechless too. My art is plain to see [Chorus] Black magic, green gown, I own the night! The courts of Hell take orders straight from me I make the buried claw up toward the light I keep the Prince of Darkness on one knee Why kill a king when I can ruin his heirs? The Devil owes me royalties, you see! [Verse 3] I climbed the eastern tower's winding stairs My chamber's on the western second floor I passed my portrait twice and cursed its stares The footman said, "You've been this way before" I snapped my fingers at his knowing grin He makes a very handsome pantry door! [Verse 4] A critic called Witch Vesper's dress divine I ordered every emerald in the town Six horses pulled the jeweled train of mine Her rubies went directly on my gown Then I tore her great portrait from the wall I had them paint me wearing her old crown! [Chorus] Black magic, green gown, I own the night! The courts of Hell take orders straight from me I make the buried claw up toward the light I keep the Prince of Darkness on one knee Why kill a king when I can ruin his heirs? The Devil owes me royalties, you see! [Verse 5] A man came to find the woman I had robbed His sword struck stone, he froze upon the stair He said her name, and then the hero sobbed His hand rose up, as if to touch my hair "I wear her face better," I informed the fool He couldn't speak. Such terror in his stare! [Bridge] The jester said my guests don't look afraid I said, "I put a priest in stained glass" The pox I brewed took seven years to fade I loosed it on his Easter morning mass I kept him there to watch his people die I turned that jester's knavish tongue to brass [Verse 6] I told the scribe I won the eastern war I crushed ten thousand knights beneath my heel! He said, "You turned a footman to a door" I filled his boots with beetles, black and red And made his eyebrows vanish straightaway As his own shadow danced above his head [Outro] I wear her face, my jewels, and my gown The men go pale when I stride through the door Their eyes slip from my face and travel down They know I keep the cruelest curse in store I'll tell the tailor, "Lower it an inch" Apparently, they need to fear me more!
