Lyrics:

Strange 'cause there ain't no coal they're turningIt ain't no blackened, poison goldTo seek in those rocks of mouldBut in the coalmine, a fire's burning thereWe're here to see you dance andWe're here to get in trance whenRed lights are burning bright andYou're the mistress of the nightOutside the mine a girl is weepingAnd next to her a dog is sleepingMoney in the pocket and a dogboneLittle baby and Sandman on a cold stoneOutside the mine, a girl is weeping thereWe're here to see you dance andWe're here to get in trance whenRed lights are burning bright andYou're the mistress of the night© Johan Edlund 1999
Lucyfire Mistress Of The Night