Mother
You see the sleepy lights
My yellowish-white eyes
You see my filthy hair is breeding with weeds
My marbled skin on which animals feed
You catch the fetid stench of my dis-ease
And hear again my desperate beg of no Mother please
You pause by the spot where you held my head under
Decaying moss and plants choke the water
Come I’ll help you pass swiftly through the veil
Come you look dead already with your skin so pale
Come inhabit your end the remotest of places
Come let’s let the water cover our faces
Mother come let me guide you let me guide your head
Deep deep down to our swampland bed
- Commissioned by Bogwitch for the album Tales From The Swamp
You see the sleepy lights
My yellowish-white eyes
You see my filthy hair is breeding with weeds
My marbled skin on which animals feed
You catch the fetid stench of my dis-ease
And hear again my desperate beg of no Mother please
You pause by the spot where you held my head under
Decaying moss and plants choke the water
Come I’ll help you pass swiftly through the veil
Come you look dead already with your skin so pale
Come inhabit your end the remotest of places
Come let’s let the water cover our faces
Mother come let me guide you let me guide your head
Deep deep down to our swampland bed
- Commissioned by Bogwitch for the album Tales From The Swamp
Pet Sematary (A Homage)
Don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it I don’t want to come back
Reeking of earth heavy with curse
Don’t bury me at the Indian Burial Ground
Don’t bury me at the Indian Burial Ground
The ground is sour sour will be my mound
Remember remember what Jud said
Sometimes it’s better to be dead
If you climb the deadfall
If you don’t look down or back
If you follow the Wendigo's gobbling laugh
If you put me down in the sour sour soil
It won’t be the me you know that comes back
Don’t bury me at the Indian Burial Ground
Don’t bury me at the Indian Burial Ground
The ground is sour sour will be my mound
Remember, remember what Jud said
Sometimes it’s better to be dead
Let the moss grow thick on my skin
Don’t bring me through the pine and spruce again
Don’t take me past the weathered arch
And the graves of scrapwood and tin
Leave me where I lie
I don’t want to walk again
- Released as a single with my music project Blóðnætur.
Don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it I don’t want to come back
Reeking of earth heavy with curse
Don’t bury me at the Indian Burial Ground
Don’t bury me at the Indian Burial Ground
The ground is sour sour will be my mound
Remember remember what Jud said
Sometimes it’s better to be dead
If you climb the deadfall
If you don’t look down or back
If you follow the Wendigo's gobbling laugh
If you put me down in the sour sour soil
It won’t be the me you know that comes back
Don’t bury me at the Indian Burial Ground
Don’t bury me at the Indian Burial Ground
The ground is sour sour will be my mound
Remember, remember what Jud said
Sometimes it’s better to be dead
Let the moss grow thick on my skin
Don’t bring me through the pine and spruce again
Don’t take me past the weathered arch
And the graves of scrapwood and tin
Leave me where I lie
I don’t want to walk again
- Released as a single with my music project Blóðnætur.
Plague Hag
It’s 1349 and on a ship from England
I arrive in Norway I arrive in Norway
One man sees me leave
He sees my rake and my broom
His face is stricken with terror
His eyes become wide as the moon
If I carry my broom you’re doomed
So there’s no point in running my dear
No one will be living when I’ve come through
If I carry my rake there’s some chance of escape
If I carry my rake you might live
Will I the plague hag take your life
Or will I spare it for now
Word of me spreads like wildfire
Folk lock windows and doors
But I move from farm to farm
It's impossible to keep me away
I’m clad in black flies and rats surround me
As I make my trail of oblivion through Norway
Folk die in their beds die toiling the land
Folk die spinning thread die with dough in their hands
Children are orphaned left all alone left all alone
Will I the plague hag take your life
Or will I spare it for now
Word of me spreads like wildfire
Folk lock windows and doors
But I move from farm to farm
It's impossible to keep me away
But before long before long everything is still
But before long before long everything is still
- Plague Hag features on Daughters of the North, the third album from Cave Mouth.
Black Annis
One day two brothers set out to find
The oak where Black Annis is said to hide
And wait for children to walk on by to walk on by
As they go they recite a verse
Well know well known well known
Since they were small
Each eager to impress the other
Don't go to the Dane Hills
Black Annis haunts them Black Annis she kills
Don't go to the Dane Hills
Black Annis haunts them Black Annis she kills
There's the oak the elder says to the younger
There's the oak where Black Annis hides
The young lad feels the air it change
His throat becomes dry
It no longer feels like a game
He knows she flays children alive
The lads run fast
They don't look back
They look back
Once home the elder boy smiles
He laughs and slaps the back of his brother
Don't go to the Dane Hills
Black Annis Haunts them Black Annis she kills
Don't go to the Dane Hills
Black Annis Haunts them Black Annis she kills
One by one the family fall fast asleep
But the youngest lad is wide awake
As the coals in the fire grow cold
Then he hears at the window a soft soft tapping
So peeks from under his blanket
He peeks from under his blanket
To see to see the face of Black Annis
To see the face of Black Annis
Don't go to the Dane Hills
Black Annis Haunts them Black Annis she kills
- Black Annis features on Cave Mouth's second album The Dark Has Teeth.
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