In lore of ancient times, a herb of sacred wonder Dwells in the night and shade with poison fruit of ochre A potent medicine brewed under a full moon A charm or talisman brings love and good fortune We gather in ritual Pay heed to the spirit world For so strong is this power The creature will scarper We harvest at midnight For it glows in the moonlight Come unearth this mandrake With an ivory stake Mandragora Most magic, shining treasure of earth's flora Mandragora It’s cry will be the last thing that you’ll ever hear And when they drag it from the ground it starts to yell A sound so terrible that many men have fell Then we shall bind it in a rope of hemp manilla Humanoid limbs beneath the surface twitch and quiver Mandragora Most magic, shining treasure of earth's flora Mandragora It’s cry will be the last thing that you’ll ever hear