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WEB OF WYRD LYRICS
"A Seedy Sowing For A Tinsel Harvest?" (2003 Demo)
1. ...Like the Bell Which Toll'd
2. 3rd of November 1324
3. A Rosethorn by That Very Name
4. Swordsong for a Swordsman
5. Where Do Owls Sleep?
6. The Infernal Machine
1. ...Like the Bell Which Toll'd
2. 3rd of November 1324
'Horse and hattock, horse and goe
Horse and pelattis - hoe, hoe'
Roofcrests tho' fog florish'd
vily there veil'd the women
thro' soot, amidst chimneys who sail'd
Mankind in its waddling cloths
so many things not known
But stranger yet the acts we do
until we're fully grown
A man from Betlehem he taught
to turn our other cheek
Yet those who've follow'd him sith
then are far from blessed meek
Alice Kyteler:
I flee from here to England
lest I face the fate thou plead
...her maid Petronilla:
Oh cease thy torture to whate'er
ye want I will concede
Come ride a night of latter april,
silver there be strewn
To shape the shades of 'graves -
of giants' by hibernian moon
Where may hide 'Dananns children'
who whisper what they've seen
But listen listless thou shan't hear
what 'might' from what ' have' been
Way of the Witch
Leaves of the mugwort green
and silver, that fare fortifies
To incantate and fornicate,
virtue succumbs to vice
A travesty religious my
wicked backward might
- Come Walpurgis night!
But superstition knoweth cure when
things unknown knock at the door
'Franciskan fires' wait for her
who's in the 'perish register'
Richard De Ledrede claims
to have witness'd a coven
De Ledrede:
And I swear she was there
Council:
Our Lady Alice of Kilkenny dear?
De Ledrede:
She hath earn'd to be burn'd
Council:
Afire at the pyre church's
lesson she's learn'd
All:
Her maid we'll have made
this confess and confirm
Alice Kyteler:
I flee from here to England
lest I face the fate thou plead
...her maid Petronilla:
Oh cease thy torture to whate'er
ye want I will concede
Went a wench to Brocken
came she there not just as well
betwixt a leafy beechfork
as thro' fiery gates of hell?
Could toadstool make a remedy
(when bleeding's tried and true)?
Were those gifted 'friends of fiend'
or the godfearing common fools?
Way of the Witch
Tatters of an hang'd our broth,
a banquet foul and weird
Abominate and desecrate,
pass water in men's beard
There where the moon is on the wane
catch glimpses of our flight
- Come Walpurgis night!
But superstition knoweth cure when
things unknown knock at the door
'Franciskan fires' wait for her
who's in the 'perish register'
Richard De Ledrede claims
to have witness'd a coven
De Ledrede:
As I near'd she appear'd
Council:
Our Lady Alice the wealthy and weird
De Ledrede:
She hath earn'd to be burn'd
Council:
Afire at the pyre church's
lesson she's learn'd
All:
So we swear was she there
that Lady Alice of Kilkenny dear
She hath earn'd to be burn'd
Afire at the pyre church's
lesson she's learn'd
Her maid we'll have made
this confess and confirm
Lank the fingers on the fiddle
his is the tune that never, ever ends
Many a mode the devil plays
turn deaf thy ears or dance
'Tuatha de Danann':
'Our tale was told, our words been heard,
what maybe were, might have occured
Between these lines the truth may hide
but where is for thee to decide'
Alice Kyteler:
I flee from here to England
lest I face the fate thou pleed
...her maid Petronilla:
Oh cease thy torture to whate'er
ye want I will concede
November 3rd 1324 was lit the pyre
Remember Petronilla should these
flames ever soar higher
3. A Rosethorn by That Very Name
To Mona
If home is where the heart is
I could not be more away
On her threshold broken
in the door-frame jamm'd
There's no gold over the rainbow
nor silver hid in the clouds
Thou art Kansas, Oz be hell
and I am damn'd
I wrote these words for
her whom they are meant
A doting letter better sung then sent
Lady, queen and princess
sweet tastes the oyster of that girl
Maiden, whore and mistress
until you choke upon the pearl
Mother, daughter, sister
where fair winds blow the storm's not far
Virgin, wench and infant
My heartfelt voyage I fear will end
at 'cardiac infarction'
As it seemeth this time Cyrano
must do without Roxanne
I found a free ticket to the
latest attraction appearing
on love's pleasure ground
But were not alone in the
queue (who sought action)
to my merry-go-round
She grows in brier, woodbind and chive
and glows as ember at firesides
Yet sleeps with hoarfrost in winter's bed
then trickles like dew on cobweb threads
The wish in wells when coins are toss'd,
a star somewhere for a vessel lost
Sweet tasted on the lips men kiss
This and yet still more she is
Guinevere, Arthur and Lancelot
drown hopes at the bar
On a 'relationship' that sinks
in the sea 'Menage-a-trois'
May the night forever whisper
of her passion
Let the moon eternal glister
in her fashion
That which one hold dear
one must set free
That philomel never return'd to me
Lady, queen and princess
the sweetest pome in paradise
Maiden, whore and mistress
my Eve a serpent in disquise
Mother, daughter, sister
from heaven far the fall to hell
Virgin, wench and infant
Once bitten - twice shy - third's the
charm, count forth and find the same
Watch the moth time and again
fly scorch'd into the flame
I sought to sow my seed
where greener 'tis grown
(the proverbial 'other side' this be)
Beheld the bridge burn
as I reap'd what I'd sown
when promised crops fail'd me
She sways atop the spruce with cones
but 'neath uprooted treestump moans
Tho' scented in the vernal air
still as autumn leaves she'll be there
As foam in flagons such as ale,
ours alike in mead turn'd stale
The bitterness of lips men miss
These and yet still more she is
Treaded grapes and gracious trulls
have not help'd me endure
For tho' heartache mayn't be terminal
that ailment hath no cure
May the night forever whisper
of her passion
Let the moon eternal glister
in her fashion
Her locks are wheat I winnow'd where
a tarn each eye darkled in there
At hillocks blossoming I slept
while far beneath stalactites wept
The 'good witch' but a witch still;
Jezebel, Juno, Judy, Jill
A rose by any other name
A rosethorn by that very name
4. Swordsong for a Swordsman
"Violence is the last refuge of the
incompetent"
-Salvor Hardin
This is my swordsong for all swordsmen
drawn to meet each blow
May mettle versus metal
lay it down that no more blood shalt flow
Mighty knight in shiny armour,
brave and honour'd warrior,
reverent at the court before the
king, queen and the sorcerer,
- gests the jester made, by far outdaring thee
Face at last thy final battle,
one true worthy challenger
Break thy blade, kneel and unbonnet,
surrender to the Peacemaker,
- penitent, repentent with dignominy
A Nightmare's Dream - Phalanx
Of worries was my bed last night
not feather, down nor even straw
There grovled I in this dike of a dream
with a storm eye to eye in awe
Raged out of a weald came a
coach four-in-hand
Outrage to wield follow'd many a man
At the reins sat the devil grinning
- the ghastliest sight I saw
The prey never knew when
the hunters near drew
In for the kill, just for a thrill
Not much of a wolfpack,
rather like lice
More reminicent not
of man but mice
He can not think who can but fight
- Instinct hath kill'd conscience
To build is harder than tear down
- Mindless violence over sence
Hark - the song that be my sword
Stand - and take its every chord
The innocent be knight'd whilst
the guilty shan't escape their trials
Feel - thy every victim's pain
Bow - never to rise again
In my swordsong for all swordsmen
let it thus be known;
When the meek their world inherit
thou shalt reap as thou hast sown
Psychopathic serial-killer,
child molester, tormentor,
rapist, racist and retard'd,
homophobic torturer
- bacteria and amoebae outrank thee in worth
When we lock thee in the dungeons
my treat's to lower the key
and declare the hour of deliverance
sith thou ne'er again be free
- Lack we thy kind live we on a better earth
A Nightmare's Dream - Bellum
To terror my bed now was turn'd
not worries, ghast nor awe
as wide awake I stared at a nightmare
no dream ever saw
Less heart, twisted mind
'limbs of satan' there lined
Heartless they twist'd the limbs on mankind
Spill'd the guts of women and children,
- gorged upon the gore
An innocent victim judged by the kind
who prolong with their fist
what is absent in mind
None be born evil but
some are taught well
and make others eat
what they were fed in hell
A beaten father beat his son
- and war rages in playground
Revenge, vendetta, holocaust
- Eye for eye, pound for pound
Hark - the song that be my sword
Stand - and take its every chord
The innocent be knight'd whilst
the guilty shan't escape their trials
Feel - thy every victim's pain
Bow - never to rise again
Fly the dove
When neighbour fight neighbour
and child hurt child,
fly, find an olive for me
Fly above
riot and tumult, battery, war,
disregard and misery
Fly my dove
/ommited..
Worst Case Scenario
(of Brain and Brawn)
In terror kneels a soldier,
some civilans argue still
The sound of sirens echo out in space
As missiles reach well plotted targets
mankind vanishes without a trace
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Fly the dove
When neighbour fight neighbour
and child hurt child,
fly, find an olive for me
Fly above
riot and tumult, battery, war,
disregard and misery
Fly my dove
for passion, compassion
and humanity,
fly, find an olive for me
Fly for love
5. Where Do Owls Sleep?
i. Karma Relative
Grant'd all are greater or lesser reborn
am I the lever pick from a bird's view?
Could wake a king and with wing as howlet sweep
tell me:
-Where do owls sleep?
Out of the sow's ear is not made a silk purse
from feculence yet tuft of wheat stemeth
Since thusly from fallen rise aught such we reap
tell me:
-Where do owls sleep?
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes
Sowing, harvest, forage, dung
One day zephyrs shift to gashes
And fruits plummet whence they've
sprung
Resolution
Predestined is the price some say
In favor be my bet of chance
That fate's concluded 'long our way
rather than resolved in advance
Routine detour - surprise cliche?
I stand by happenstance!
Way of Wyrd
Dwell rain, vulture and forget-me-not
'till all lifeforce hath gone
from sepulture, shieldskin that doth rot,
my soul to carrion
(my soul to carrion)
Extoleth in lament the hereafter
thy crack'd a voice
Yet was wrought conviction like words were
shouldst thou not rejoice?
ii. Dogmatic Faiths; A Pagan Perspective
Be crucial the crusifix 'yond casket's rim
afterlife fitteth man but where wend beast?
If not to kingdom on high nor Stygian deep,
tell me:
-Where do owls sleep?
Some be of asperity and some are salt,
others still tailor'd with less and rarer
Why toss at kismet's hand or turn in Zeus' keep
tell me:
-Where do owl's sleep?
Carpe diem - memento mori
fallen ill, aged or up-truss'd
Notwithstanding every story,
spine and column turn to dust
Revolution
Anon the sun whirl'd the earth 'round
some play past nature's cycles still
Ever the mortal coil's rewound
Auld brace and bit - pneumatic drill
When is our next 'paradigm found'
what won't last and what will?
The More Things Change...
'Twixt sylvan changelings and abducting 'greys',
leaps of faith equal 'bout one roman pace
...the More They Stay the Same
Yorick poor - unearth'd, inert
what of the man that once thou wert?
Embalm'd, burn'd. whelm'd in cryogen
to be or not to be again?
iii. This Defeat, This Victory
Hail! Hail!
The king is dead - Long live the king
Hail! Hail!
From toppled oak shooteth a sapling
'Loss and possession
Death and life are one
There falls no shadow where
There shines no sun'
(-Hilaire Belloc)
Live! Live!
If we prevail just long enow
Die! Die!
Then we also forfeit somehow
Forsaking and forgiving
on hunt, at war, in strife
Live for sake of living
and die to give for consequence of life
Way of Wyrd
Drain well vulture (and forget me not),
'till all lifeforce hath gone,
(from sepulture) shieldskin that doth rot
my soul to carry on
(my soul to carry on)
Extoleth in lament the hereafter
thy crack'd a voice
Yet was wrought conviction like words were
shouldst thou not rejoice?
iv. Where Ye Go - There Ye Be
Is death same at beggar's side
in crib, rectory and king's castle,
unto hornets who sting and willows that weep?
tell me:
-Where do owls sleep?
With naught fall by in confinement
With naught sally forth thro' urn
Whither henceforth, whence this advent?
Withdraw, trancend or return?
v. On Wings of a Dream...
6. The Infernal Machine
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