Barrow Wake
The sweet pulse is upon a winter's eve From the nymphs in the wood and the dryads in the trees That will take you to the Rapture and bring you to your knees That will lift your spirit higher and soothe you till you bleed This is the path that leads to your release Not the south, nor the north, nor the west, nor the east This is light and darkness as love is bittersweet And there is never peace, for nature never sleeps Lost, in the magic of the enchanted realm Lost, in the magic of the enchanted realm When taste is all it takes, just a sip is all you need Just once and you're no more, just once and no return Herbs and mushrooms to bring you to the dead world With berries black, toadstools white and red Lost, in the magic of the enchanted realm Lost, in the magic of the enchanted realm Lost, in the dream of the enchanted realm Lost, in the magic of the enchanted realm Lost, in the magic of the enchanted realm Lost, in the magic of the enchanted realm Lost, in the dream of the enchanted realm Lost, in the magic of the enchanted realm Lost, in the magic of the enchanted realm Lost, in the magic of the enchanted realm Lost, in the dream of the enchanted realm Lost, in the magic of the enchanted realm
Submitted by Grave666 — Mar 28, 2026
Woman, to cat, to hare, and back Woman, to cat, to hare, I shall go with care A woman with power may fool a man As a hare I shall go from his sight, To most anywhere Racing with the wind behind me, chasing 'cross the fields of green Running with the speed a hare can, never will this hare be seen A woman, not a hare, shall snare a man. But the hare, and the cat Shall know where'er he's at. His secrets and his solitude shall not be his For a man with a plan and a mind I wish not to find Racing with the wind behind me, chasing 'cross the fields of green Running with the speed a hare can, never will this hare be seen Racing with the wind behind me, chasing 'cross the fields of green Running with the speed a hare can, never will this hare be seen I have watched many men in their beds as they lie As a cat I have sat and I know what I should not know They may think they are strong, and are brave, and they rule this world But with quiet, and with magick, and with hare they do not compare Racing with the wind behind me, chasing 'cross the fields of green Running with the speed a hare can, never will this hare be seen Racing with the wind behind me, chasing 'cross the fields of green Running with the speed a hare can, never will this hare be seen
Submitted by Grave666 — Mar 28, 2026
And from the rocks, and from the foam Sweet songs of love cut deep to the bone Young man weep for the girl you can’t have She will break your heart, she will drive you mad She is lost to the sea She is lost to the sea She’s half a dream, here, but she is not real Born of your desire, born of the lust you feel You will not lick, upon the salted lips You will not touch, you will never kiss She is lost to the sea She is lost to the sea She is lost to the sea She is lost to the sea All that is left on the beach But the ghost is gone and out of reach Washed up on the shore, dried out by the wind Bleached with the driftwood, naked, dead and skinned She is lost to the sea She is lost to the sea She is lost to the sea She is lost to the sea
Submitted by Grave666 — Mar 28, 2026
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
The corn is high underneath the moon And Winter comes, it seems too soon For Time waits not for woman or man And Death rides out across the land Our dark mother Queen of the Night Through Death's door guide us to the light Through the pain set us free Our dark mother Queen of the Night Let us be reborn again Now Death has come, and Death has kissed Death's bitter song is upon the mist The dreams of youth bring a cynical smile But my true love shall never die Our dark mother Queen of the Night Through Death's door guide us to the light Through the pain set us free Our dark mother Queen of the Night Let us be reborn again The buds have blown and the flowers have gone The once firm breasts hang wrinkled and long The Wheel of Fate is a spinning round The Autumn leaves are upon the ground Our dark mother Queen of the Night Through Death's door guide us to the light Through the pain set us free Our dark mother Queen of the Night Let us be reborn again
Submitted by Grave666 — Mar 28, 2026
The summertime of 1660 A time of death, disease and myst’ry The king returns in his father’s place The killers’ quills have sealed their fates An old man sent for his master’s purse To collect what’s due from Charingworth The wife awaits in vain by the door So servant Perry sets out once abroad With blood on hands and greed in hearts The scythe of death and the reaper’s mark Now Perry both and William are gone The loving wife is tearful and wan Son joins hunt as his mother’s terror grows Finds serf alone and his father’s blood-stained clothes As time goes on the seeds of doubt break earth A story blooms of murder, greed and worse The serf confesses of his wicked plan So mother and brother know where to find the man With blood on hands and greed in hearts The scythe of death and the reaper’s mark A witch and sons, with souls so dark So hang they will on Broadway scarp No corpse is found, but a murder trial is sought The Perrys three are found guilty and are caught The mother first, believed a witch is hanged On Broadway Hill, with her sons on either hand Now, here’s the wonder of this tale of lost and found The ‘murdered’ man returns to Campden town Two years on, escaped a Turkish slave With tales of pirates who seized him on that day With blood on hands and greed in hearts The scythe of death and the reaper’s mark A witch and sons, with souls so dark So hang they will on Broadway scarp With blood on hands and greed in hearts The scythe of death and the reaper’s mark A witch and sons, with souls so dark So hang they will on Broadway scarp
Submitted by Grave666 — Mar 28, 2026