In the dead still night  grows a plant so divine that atropa belladonna  puts the extract in her wine  The goddess of man's destiny  on jealousy she feeds will cut the thread of live  if the bitch she feels the need     Night shade, night shade  This was man's worst fear  Deadly, night shade  Just hope that it's not here     Dangerous women   Who drop the berry juice into their lustful eyes  Gain the beauty that's so heavenly  but it's the devil in disguise     Night shade, night shade  This was man's worst fear  Deadly, night shade  Just hope that it's not here     Alluring men to her bed  while she has taked them in control  She'll strip his bones of his flesh  and then she will take his soul     Witches used the vines in symbolic rituals  stirring the black caldron of boiling guts and skulls  sorcerers ate the leaves to propel them through the sky  it grew around the castle walls  in the dead still of night     Night shade, night shade  This was man's worst fear  Deadly, night shade  Just hope that it's not here