The Iron Tree

I never existed
I'm only in your head
You have to obey me
Or you're better off dead
I'm not made of matter
I'm not made of clay
I'm not made of substance
You can't will me away

And in the dead of night you cry out wanting to escape
But I can read your mind and I am not going away
You can cover yourself in relics longing to be free
But protection doesn't come to those who have already bowed to me
At the stroke of midnight you did summon me

You lit the fire from the iron tree
The recitation echoed through the land
You said the spell and then I grabbed your hand
And in the dead of night you cry out wanting to escape
But I can read your mind and I am not going away
You can cover yourself in relics longing to be free

But protection doesn't come to those who have already bowed to me
And in the dead of night you cry out wanting to escape
But I can read your mind and I am not going away
You can cover yourself in relics longing to be free
But protection doesn't come to those who have already bowed to me