The Secret Of Hermes

Hidden beneath the pyramid of Cheops
Transported to Hebron in the dark
Travel in both heaven and earth
With Secrets gleaned from the ark

Zep Tepi and the Book of the Dead
Thoth the first Hermes
Hieroglyphics and breath control
To repel all disease

As Above, So below

Amenhotep of the flying disc
Second Hermes and the operation
Seducer of Nefertiti
Ruler of the Egyptian nation

Alexander at Heliopolos
Apollonius, third Hermes
Balinas the last receiver
Mortality recedes

As Above, So Below

Fathered by the Sun
(Fathered by the Sun)
Mothered by the Moon
(Mothered by the Moon)
Carried by the Wind
(Carried by the Wind)
Nourished by the earth
(Nourished by the earth)

Rising from the earth
(Rising up to heaven)
Obscurity is cleared
(Obscurity is cleared)
Strong power of all power
(Strong power of all power)
Formidably revered
(Formidably revered)

Method of the World’s creation
Application of the pattern
Answers contained within tablet
Complete operation of the sun

I am thrice hermes trismegistus
I am thrice hermes trismegistus
I am thrice hermes trismegistus
I am thrice hermes trismegistus

Thrice Hermes
Thrice Hermes
Thrice Hermes
My Work Is Done

Destroying Angel

Aconite and Belladonna
Embrace to touch the sun
Soma named as Amanita
Believed to be the One

Steeds of the sun-god soar the skies
As the forest maiden gives life
Intoxicating melancholy
Sheathed in veils of purest white

Only the shaman will survive
Should the crimson be consumed
Filtered by the human body
Thrice cleansed and now exhumed

Fairies wearing gloves are warning
Of a palpitating fright
Destroying Angels lie in wait
To prosper in the night

Socrates lies sleeping sound
As the clusters slow down time
Every creature has its bane
Amongst the foliage and vines

Entheogenic occultism
Leaves its followers manically entranced
Experiencing samsara
Now philosophically enhanced

Atropos holds deadly shears
While the mammettes stare on blind
Sages take on mandrake’s secrets
That replicate mankind

Fairies wearing gloves are warning
Of a palpitating fright
Destroying Angels lie in wait
To prosper in the night

Forged Land

Now more than ever
My search for solitude
From what has now become
This feral isle

My feelings are so cold
A sense of bitterness
Breakdown of morals
Breakdown of humanity

Forged ones roam the land
Soulless in their hate
Take me there, to the hidden cove
Far over the moors, to where the North Sea laps the shore

As the rain falls down
From ever grey skies
So I yearn for change
So I yearn for the past

Like never before
Every day seems the same
Forgive my misanthropy
Skill River my bane

The serpents of the sea
So full of memories
Quicken the ships
Sorrow fills her hold

The ancient cities
Stones of time
So I yearn for change
So I yearn for the past

White Gold Wielder

Wrenched from a life of solitude
From your questions and demands
You tell me of the terror
That will befall these lands

I am not your half-hand
Your saviour or your king
How can I protect your lives
Or bring power to this ring?

At the top of mighty Kevin’s watch
From my past life I am torn
But I cannot reforge the staff
From which all life is born

He’s amassed a wedge of darkness
To sweep in from the hills
How can I hope to stand against
Fouls blackened, twisted ills?

His maligned and twisted power
Gives Dark Life to the taken
From Deep beneath his distant lair
A new evil will awaken

CHORUS:
White Gold Wielder
Leper, Shriever
White Gold Wielder
Unbeliever

Barleycorn’s Lament

There were three kings into the East
Three kings both great and high
And they had sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die

They took a plough and ploughed him down
Put clods upon his head
And they had sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead

But the cheerful Spring came kindly on
And showers began to fall
John Barleycorn got up again
And sore surprised them all

The sultry suns of Summer came
And he grew thick and strong
His head well armed with pointed spears
That no one should him wrong

Ploughing – Cutting – Cudgelled and Slashed
Corn God – Barleycorn!
Hung and Scorched and Crushed to Dust
Corn God – Barleycorn!
Ploughing – Cutting – Cudgelled and Slashed
Corn God – Barleycorn!
Hung and Scorched and Crushed to Dust
Corn God – Barleycorn!

The sober Autumn entered mild
When he grew wan and pale
His bending joints and drooping head
Showed he began to fail

His colour sickened more and more
He faded into age
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage

They took a weapon, long and sharp
And cut him by the knee
Then tied him fast upon a cart
Like a rogue for forgery

They laid him down upon his back
And cudgelled him full sore
They hung him up before the storm
And turned him o’er and o’er

They laid him out upon the floor
To work him further woe
And still, as signs of life appeared
They tossed him to and fro

They wasted, o’er a scorching flame
The marrow of his bones
But a miller used him worst of all
For he crushed him between two stones

And they have taken his very heart’s blood
And drank it round and round
And still the more and more they drank
Their joy did more abound

John Barleycorn was a hero bold
Of noble enterprise
For if you do but taste his blood
‘Twill make your courage rise

‘Twill make a man forget his woe
‘Twill heighten all his joy
‘Twill make the widow’s heart to sing
Tho’ the tear were in her eye

There were three kings into the East
Three kings both great and high
And they had sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die

They took a plough and ploughed him down
Put clods upon his head
And they had sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead

Arrival Of The Demeter

At the mouth of the Esk
A sudden storm approaches
Bringing the stench of death
And ancient bloodlust.

The evening sun
Sets behind the moorland.
Bringing the arrival
Of the schooner, Demeter.

She sails
Aboard her, Death
She sails
Never again

The calm was shattered
Within an instant, the stillness broke
The waves rose in fury
As banks of sea-fog woke.

In the hour of the high tide
She came between the two piers
And crashed upon the East cliff
Death upon the helm.

At the front of the ship
A corpse tied to the wheel
Bound by his own hands
A crucifix concealed

From below the deck
A huge black dog jumped onto the shore
Past the abbey ruins
For the sanctuary of the moors

She sails
Aboard her, Death
She sails
Never again

Ryhope

Ancient wildwood
Subconcious Minds
Celtic forest
So full of memories

Seductive in its pull
Pathways call out to me
I feel its power
Disturbing me relentlessly

Following that path
By the side of the stream that leads
Deep in this mythic realm
So cold, so dark

I feel the woods oppression
Shadows haunt my fitfull dreams
Disorientating
Haunted by what once was

Days have passed
But still it seems
In here time has no meaning
The woodland grows
Seductively
Oppresive in its anger

Once inside
Dreams turn to reality
Shamanistic Rites
Pagan battlefields

The legends come to life
Gwinneth take my hand
Help me find the way
Throughout this cursed realm

Malevolant ancient spirits
Primitive rituals
The freedom of insanity
closing in, temptation

Ice age and neolithic
Avalon, Tir-na-noc
The wall of fire
From which she will return

Memory of the land
Shadow of the forest
Hollowing, Gaberlungi
Skogen, Lament, Falkenna
Silvering, Cunhaval
Moondream, Sinisalo
Morndum, the ghost into an unknown region

And at its centre
A place of mystery
The source of all
The otherworld

The fire burns bright
Bird Spirit land
Ever more deeper
The quest begins

Souls have been taken
Never to re-appear

Enchantment’s strong, My love for her
Take me through the fire

Years have passed outside the wood
But I have lived but a day

Ryhope you will haunt me
To the end of my earthly days

Anglezarke

In the shadow of the standing stones
Pour the rivers flowing West
Giving life to the ancient tribes
And tales of murder, rape, incest

Grain Pole Hill, a sentry view,
Ever watching towards the coast
And looking back, towards the cairns,
Pikestones, White Ledge and Hurst

Knights Hospitallers lay tracks to the North
Over the windswept moorland heath
Mysterious carvings now lay below
All history lies beneath

A tribute to a leader lies true
Aligned between peak and pyre
Amongst the pasture, like the phoenix
Life rises from the fire

Barren landscape – Tales of Anglezarke
Barren landscape – Tales of Anglezarke
Barren landscape – Tales of Anglezarke
Barren landscape – Tales of Anglezarke

Arendia

Wild Woods