Barrow Wake

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Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane Lily Bolane is a witch with no shame Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane She'll catch you and curse you and craze you with pain A figure of hate, a figure of fear You cross yourself, pray and hope Mary can hear Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane She's wretched and twisted and ugly and lame Spit in her path, laugh at her name Despise and torment her again and again You laugh when she's gone, you shake when she's near You're brave with your friends, though you're spineless with fear Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane Call her a witch, call her a freak Knock on her door when the hag is asleep Hate with a passion, dread but deny You're scared of her magick, and think she can fly Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane Lily Bolane has to carry the blame Call her a crone, accuse her of all Escape her revenge, shut and batten your door Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane Lily Bolane, Lily Bolane

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 23, 2026

Run like the hills Run like the wind For there is a devil abroad this land He is the Hopkins Man If you are young Or if you are old It matters not For Hopkins loves his gold Who can save you? For the Lord is on his side Who is stronger? Who can turn the bloody tide? Be a woman, or be a man It matters not, for your death is in his plan Who can save you? For the Lord is on his side Who is stronger? Who can turn the bloody tide? What is this power that can stop this man of hate? Who'll take this monster and spear him to his fate? It takes a different evil to crush an evil man It takes all the powers of darkness That a woman can command Who can save you? For the Lord is on his side Who is stronger? Who can turn the bloody tide? What is the power that can stop this man of hate? Who’ll take this monster and spear him to his fate?

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 23, 2026

Dance into a dream Dance into the night Into the scarlet and the green Dance into the dream To the enchanted realm Come and fall again To the Oak, the Ash and the Elm Come and fall again Underneath the autumn moon Drunk on poppy wine Lost, away with the Fae again High on Forest Hill Here the goblins be And spirits of the dead Trapped beyond the veil Lost forever in time

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 23, 2026

It's that time of year once more and again When the green turns golden brown And the summer sun shall fade to winter sky Old Oak King, it’s time for you to die The King, the Corn are born to fall And all must die in sacrifice Underneath the Harvest Moon Hide your pride, let time decide Who must live and who must die Underneath the Harvest Moon The Reaper comes for the barley and the rye And all must fall beneath the scythe Seasons change and we wait for darker days The old Oak King is a-sleeping in his grave The King, the Corn are born to fall And all must die in sacrifice Underneath the Harvest Moon Hide your pride, let time decide Who must live and who must die Underneath the Harvest Moon The King, the Corn are born to fall And all must die in sacrifice Underneath the Harvest Moon Hide your pride, let time decide Who must live and who must die Underneath the Harvest Moon The King, the Corn are born to fall And all must die in sacrifice Underneath the Harvest Moon Hide your pride, let time decide Who must live and who must die Underneath the Harvest Moon The King, the Corn are born to fall And all must die in sacrifice

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 23, 2026

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A woman liked by all who ever knew her A hedonist who lived life for the day She fed her soul on feasting and with riches And feared the day that she would have to pay Her raven came one evening to her table And warned her soon she’d pay out for her sins She cried aloud, ‘My merry days are over’ ‘For now’s the time my troubles shall begin’ You can’t cheat your day of reckoning For fate catches up with you For this is your day of reckoning now The days that came were filled with many sorrows And soon our witch was taken to her bed Her children came, a monk and nun to see her And as she died, they reeled at what she said You can’t cheat your day of reckoning For fate catches up with you For this is your day of reckoning now You can’t cheat your day of reckoning For fate catches up with you For this is your day of reckoning now Within her tomb, her body wrapped in deer hide And triple chains to guard her mortal soul Then demons came and smashed two chains asunder The third of iron, Old Nick destroyed alone You can’t cheat your day of reckoning For fate catches up with you For this is your day of reckoning now

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 23, 2026

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Lying in the brook she's naked Cold and dead, raped and broken Sweet Maude Bowen victim of a man Now at her side does lie her rapist Her mother's brother, cold as she is An avenging angel's arrow in his heart And the squire he does blame her With his lies he does shame her Sweet Maude Bowen shamed a suicide Now here is a tale, a story to be told Of a young girl, but fifteen years old Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich At the cross-roads they impale her With the elm they claim to save her Save her soul from Satan's evil lair Now her mother weeps in madness At the tree, at the crossroads The tree that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart The squire's men do taunt and tease her Drag her off the grave and jeer her Then one more dies with an arrow in his heart Now here is a tale, a story to be told Of a young girl, but fifteen years old Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich Up before the judge at Gloucester Accused a witch now they will burn her At the tree at the cross-roads will she die Tied to the elm the faggots smoking Maude's sweet mother crying, choking Mother, daughter, victims of a man And the squire stands there laughing With his men they're laughing, joking Then he is dead with an arrow in his heart Now here is a tale, a story to be told Of a young girl, but fifteen years old Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch Now these were the crimes, these were the crimes of the rich

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 23, 2026

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