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The Wickerman Lyrics by The Lord Weird Slough Feg
The Wickerman by The Lord Weird Slough Feg
And my heart did rise to celebrate as I pulled upon the reigns
Then I heard the sound of flutes and drums through the
Twisted tangled trees
So I drove the deer-skin chariot and the thickets covered me
Where is the road to lead me home?
For my eyes and arms are weary and I wear a crown of thorns
When will I claim my rightful crown?
For the forest sky is bleary and my horses hooves are ground
So we rode into the clearing as the moon rose full and bright
And before us stood a statue made of branches bound up tight
All around it danced the witches of the Horned One in a rage
Setting fire to the Rogues imprisoned in the bracken cage
Who will come to set the prisoners free
For their fate look dark and dreary and they're infidels like me
Then a flash came and the clearing opened up my eyes
Painted shaman and his acolytes rode in and gave the sign
Highest Drunelord of the Horned One she'd his antlers and his skin
With a waving of his arms I joined the rogues to burn within
Soon I will break us out of this cage
Or the fire will consume us, we'll be back and in a rage