Of Men And Mer
Frost of the ancients
Carving in the land
Life of the seacreatures
Written in the sand
Forest by the spring
A ruin by the brook
The edge of Redmond’s carving
A knife through hallowed ground
Cracked by the Night
Formidable Might
Union Forswear
Of Men And Mer
Of Men And Mer
Of Men And Mer
Oceans of the past
A land of former days
Layers hide the years
Fragmented decay
Mountains from the sea
Disinterred by the storm
Scorched by the sun
Thunder forged of form
Cracked by the Night
Formidable Might
Union Forswear
Of Men And Mer
Of Men And Mer
Of Men And Mer
And the creatures rise
Rise from the sea
Onward down the valley
The valley by the glade
Gazing at the sun
The sun up above
A journey of a new dawn
A journey to hell
Cracked by the Night
Formidable Might
Union Forswear
Of Men And Mer
Maw Of The Rift
Sylvan scenes of Dean Wood Valley
Hear the calling of the rook
Echoing, the tree-clad slopes
And the babbling of the brook
Under Persephone’s seduction
The farmer works the soil
Benison for the day
After Autumn’s toil
Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift
Walking by the waterfall
A force fed from Noon Hill
Slippery slopes and branches
A bracing winter’s chill
Towards the sanctuary
Climbing over stile
Dark and twisted path
Encounter with Belial
Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift
Running to the safehouse
Through the door he flew
Met by unbelievers
Though all he said was true
He sat down by the fireplace
Stricken ghostly pale
Recalling all of his story
And supping lots of ale
Turning down the path
Of which his tale was told
Three months down the line
A horror would unfold
The wanderer returned
He tried to catch his breath
But where he saw Old Hob
He fell down to his death
1534
A hundred evil people marched
They came from Rivington
They swarmed around the manor house
And broke the glass with stones
They smashed down all the windows
They obliterated walls
They took the plaintiff’s servants
And looted the main hall
Tale of ancient lore
Fighter’s they did roar
Screaming hell and gore
In 1534
The assailants they all shouted
“This house we will burn down!”
The rioters took over the place
And many almost died
The morn of the Feast of All Hallows
At the household of The Street
The respectable people prayed
At the church where they did meet
Tale of ancient lore
Fighter’s they did roar
Screaming hell and gore
In 1534
Sanctuary Of The Moors
Oh we walk on the ground where our elders did roam
They’ll never take from us the place we call home
In memory of Turner and Alance we stand
For this was their life; now this is our land
The stones once round people now capture the rain
And the mosses they rise where they harvested grain
But they’ll never take from us the right to roam free
And we’ll drink to our forefathers by the Yew Tree
Take, oh take me
To the Sanctuary Of The Moors
Come with me
To the Sanctuary Of The Moors
Silently watching the gloam after Eventide
A solitary form walks apace
Following the path from the old Black’a’Moors
Into the cold night’s embrace
As the wind cuts through the iced winter’s air
At a fork in the path, left is took
Ripples form over the pools on the ground
And the moonlight glistens on the brook
Shippon by the farm, a boundary still here
Spirit at the well of James Yates
A sigil at Pikestones, the must of heathen fire
Flickering as the smoke abates
Cottongrass dancing amongst the Vanellus
An old wooden form lies beneath
A land forged by ancients who came before
And the figure sits down in the heath
The watch of the wanderer facing the east
Away from the township’s distrust
Ever at one with the call of the vale creatures
Summoned here by wanderlust
Take, oh take me,
To the Sanctuary of the Moors
Come with me,
To the Sanctuary of the Moors
Winterhold
Heathen temple
Crooked vice
Bordered tundra
Nordic lives
Wine flower
Oenanthe
Landing spring
Past the Gallinago
Between streams
Beneath peaks
Anlaf ruled
In Winterhold
Counting hill
Non-conformist
Devil’s dyke
Druid mission
Will Narr summit
Combat weary
Shaped by shepherd
Dry stone gate
Between streams
Beneath peaks
Anlaf ruled
In Winterhold
Pious man
Moses Cocker
Flying high
Faltered, midden
Inglenook
Bressummer
Gable wall
Millstone Grit
Between streams
Beneath peaks
Anlaf ruled
In Winterhold