Edgar Broughton Band - Evil lyrics

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