Old Corpse Road piosenki

Grant me the powers of thunder And give me a sword forged in the raging Hell's fire Lend me the eight legged black stallion of Odin and I'll have my vengeance, oh, I'll kill with desire Vengeance flows like boiling poison through my twisted veins Tonight...

I was sitting by the taverns hearth With a pint of finest ale The bell tolled of the witching hour And thus began my tale I step out of the ale house into the midnight air To summon a coach and horseman To get me from here to there No voice on the air...

A spectral entity, of Cymric folklore A hideous hag, who haunts Welsh families Shrieking, wailing, screaming, crying Lamenting the souls of the dying Dreary moaning, wrathful keening My child, my child Coming from a bleak dark mist Up to the window si...

A wayward country spirit, with mischievous intent Lurking in the midnight woodland where all hope is spent In wait upon old Neasham road, dimly lit by lanterns glow He haunts this murky realm at dusk, where the waters flow Dressed in tattered rags, windsw...

In the still moonlight - they danced naked By the flickering firelight - bursting embers The witches coven of Auldearn They gathered on star gilded grass 13 wicked souls, they are spellbound Bound eternally to their familiars In altered form - they ascen...

His Lordship summoned the stable boy "Have my horse prepared by dawn" "Do not fail me" No sight nor sound come the morn' His steed stood lonely, unadorned The wretched lad, Robert Skelton The Cauld Lad of Hylton Here's the cloak and here's a hood The...

In the heart of Cumbria, lays the lake of Windermere A desolate and windswept place, named after Vinandir Over the centuries the ferrymen have rowed From ferry Nab to Sawrey they would often go Travelling through morning mist, guided by a lonely bell The...

In the Topsham streets where the lanterns burn From the eve' to night it turned The midnight sky was shrouded in white As the snow fell silent across the town Devil's footprints... Cloven tracks were imprinted in snow Through walls and over snow covered...

Sit down, be silent Gather around the fire The breeze sits gentle Warm your bones and heed these words Fairy folks are in old oaks Saplings sprung from the stumps of felled trees The fairy wood in which they lurk Is thrice cut copse and bereft of mercy...

Through glens and thickets, o’er moors and heaths The funeral procession, marches on O’er fens and swamplands, and down winding paths To the destined hallowed ground From dawn till twilight and on through the night The treacherous death parade continues...

One golden autumn Sunday eve As the leaves began to brown Contented as I walked alone I wandered through forest and gate The moonlight burns my skin The woodland darkness my kin As storm clouds cursed close in I feel the fear begin The echoes of tal...

During the dark ages, in the village of Wookey Lived a young maiden, whose name stands unknown Devoted to her lover but his actions left her scorned When she found him cavorting with the ale house whores The Witch of Wookey Hole She fled into the cave,...