Diana - Comus

Lust he follows virtue close

Through the steaming woodlands

His darkened blood through bulging veins

Through the steaming woodlands

Virtue knows he follows softly

Through the steaming woodlands

Travel light the deathly shudder

Down the leafy pathway

The dim light she comes peering through the forest pines

And she knows by the sound of the baying

By the baying of the hounds

Diana Diana kick your feet up

Lust bares his teeth and whines

For he’s picked up the scent of virtue

And he knows the panic signs

Lust cries running with his eyes

The white-clad figure fleeting

Mud burns his eyes but desire burns his mind

Fear in her eyes as the forest grins through the steaming woodlands

Lust now his soul destroyed with enmity disarmed