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? - Cryptic
00:17
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In the Red Witch House
02:16
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In the Red Witch House
Something is stirring.
In the red witch house
Something is waking in the night.
And who remembers
This sad thing's name?
And who remembers
From when and where this lost boy came?
O hear him crying!
He has been left alone.
He's only calling
For the mother he's never known.
In the Red Witch House
He spends his days.
In the red witch house
He hides waiting for the night.
And who has seen him
Run o'er the hills?
And who has seen him?
In the Red Witch House is where he dwells.
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The Hidebehind
02:39
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Through the haunted forest,
Beyond the Seventh Gate,
Surrounded by a mist of ghosts
Speaking an ill fate.
A warning they cried,
"Never look behind.
Never leave the path.
Begone by last light."
Walk and gaze forward.
Woe be to the last in line!
For it takes the bravest heart
To never look behind.
Pacing out of sight,
Peeking from the trees.
The Hidebehind is hunting -
Its prey is you and me.
So hear the spectral warnings.
Heed them if you can.
Those taken by the Hidebehind
Are never seen again.
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Trotterhead
03:38
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Witch servant of black will,
Begone now and do no ill.
Return no more and roam until
You've counted fencepost on every hill.
Take with thee the nightmare grim
That you've hid in my bedroom,
All for when the lights grow dim
To fill my sleeping mind with doom.
With your bad dreams, take your leave,
And cross thee every flowing stream.
Never return unto me,
But upon some other breathe.
Get out from stable, out from home.
Closed to you is every door.
Locked to you is each window.
Trotterhead, return no more!
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Long Lankin
04:52
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Said the lord to his lady,
As he mounted his horse,
Beware of Long Lankin
That lives in the moss.
Said the lord to his lady,
As he went on his way,
Beware of Long Lankin
That lives in the hay.
See the doors are all bolted
And the windows are pinned.
Leave not a space
For a mouse to peep in.
O the doors were all bolted
And the windows were pinned.
Through a crack in the glass
Long Lankin crept in.
Where's the lord of the household?
Cried Long Lankin.
He's away off to London said the false nurse to him. Where's the lady of the household?
Cried Long Lankin.
She's asleep in her chamber
Said the false nurse to him.
Where's the heir of the household?
Cried Long Lankin.
He sleeps in his cradle
Said the false nurse to him.
We will pinch him and we'll prick him
With a needle and a pin
And that will make the Lady
Come down to him.
So they pinched him and they pricked him
With a needle and a pin.
The false nurse held a basin
For the blood to run in.
O nurse how you slumber.
O nurse how you sleep.
You leave my poor son
To cry and to weep.
O nurse how you slumber.
O nurse how you snore.
You leave my poor baby
To cry and to roar.
I've tried him with the milk
And I've tried him with the pap.
Come down, my pretty lady,
And rock him on your lap.
I've tried him with the rattle.
I've tried him with the bell.
Come down, my pretty lady,
And rock him yourself.
How dare I come downstairs
In the dead of the night
When there's no candles burning
And no fire alight?
But the lady she came downstairs.
She was thinking no harm.
Long Lankin stood ready
For to catch her in his arms.
Now there's blood in the kitchen.
There's blood in the hall
There's blood in the parlor
Where the lady did fall.
There's blood in the basin.
There's blood in the bed.
There's blood in the cradle
Where the baby lies dead.
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6. |
I Know His Name
04:24
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I see the tall man,
His eyes burning like coals.
Where is he going
In the night so cold?
His long hair tangled
Beneath his stovepipe hat.
A walking shadow
Of the blackest black.
I know his name. It's Walking Sam.
I know his cries are cursed and damned.
And now he's calling you and me
All for to follow him through the trees.
A flash of lightning
In the storm has shown
That he's been wandering
Through the grey tombstones.
And if you listen
When the storm has passed
He howls like thunder
Across the hills so vast.
I hear the tall man.
His calls sound just like death.
And now he's so close.
Listen to his breath.
And what black magic
Holds me in his gaze?
If I walk with Sam,
I walk unto my grave.
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7. |
The Singing Corpse
07:22
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There he stands among the graves.
There he walks as you can see.
There he sings "Nearer My God to Thee."
All alone he waits and sings.
A midnight wind through the trees.
He now stands nearer my God, to Thee.
He is pale as the driven snow
That lays upon the lonely grave.
The corpse sings "Nearer My God to Thee."
See the dead man walking on.
Hear his voice upon the breeze.
He now steps nearer my God, to Thee.
And still he stands upon a grave.
And still he walks as you can see.
And still he sings "Nearer My God to Thee."
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The Red Dog Fox
04:06
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Turn back the clock!
The Red Dog Fox
Waits in the woods - howls with the wolves.
Turn back the clock!
The Red Dog Fox
He follows you wherever you go.
Under full moon
He hunts for food.
He won't hurt you! The Red Dog Fox.
In silver light
His red hair shines.
Look in his eyes. You know them well.
O leave him be! Let him run free
In the night breeze. The Red Dog Fox.
You knew his name
Before he changed.
He walked with you across the hills.
He was a man
Just as I am.
You sat with him, The Red Dog Fox.
He turned away.
His skin he changed
But did not shed his hair so red.
He tried to run.
You raised your gun.
The man is dead. The fox walks on.
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? - Knocks
00:08
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Sticks
02:15
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See the shadows in the woods.
Listen to them screaming.
See those footprints in the mud -
Don't follow where they're leading.
For the sticks are broken,
Branches snapped,
Woven strange formations.
O what signs are these?
What can it mean?
The dead say it's a warning.
Hear the footfalls in the trees.
Know they walk beside you.
Chattering in unknown tongues.
Hear them all around you.
They are standing at tree line,
You can see them staring.
Firelight and eyeshine
Beneath the stars are gleaming.
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11. |
Far Away the Morning
02:29
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Underneath the black cloud
Cloaking all the stars.
Underneath your black wings
Blocking out the moon.
Standing in the shadow
Of your strange form,
Night becomes darker.
Far away the morn.
Far away the morning.
Far away the dawn.
Far away from comfort.
Far away from home.
Frozen in dread fear
By your weird gaze.
Speechless and shaking,
Staring in your eyes.
Where do you come from
In your strange form?
Time seems too slow now.
Far away the morn.
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12. |
The Missing
02:28
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I sing for the missing,
Whether lost or prey.
O what can they tell us
From their lonely graves?
I sing for the missing -
Down to clay and bone -
And may this song find you
Where you rest alone.
I sing for the missing,
For the last in line.
Lost but not forgotten
In my heart and mind.
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13. |
Die Woolf Man's Grob
06:13
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May Paul did tend her sheep
Upon the hills,
Where too the wolves were seen.
They sought their kill.
May Paul watched her flock
Along their way.
The grey man watched May Paul
Through every day.
And so he came to protect May.
Until he lay in the wolfman's grave.
All around the town
Dark tales were spun.
The grey man was a wolf.
He should be shunned.
But up upon the hills,
Another way:
She was kind to him
And he to May.
The wolves did taste fresh blood
Most every day.
But May lost none of her flock.
Wolves turned away.
All in the grey man's gaze
The wolves did flee.
He watched over May,
As she her sheep.
One night a great wolf came
Down from the trees.
His coat was worn and grey,
But sharp his teeth.
As he looked for prey
A farmer spied
And shot the old grey wolf
All through his side.
The wolf took flight into the night
And then he laid on the wolfman's grave.
Upon the next morn,
All in the sun,
The farmer tracked the wolf
By trail of blood.
But where a wolf should be
The grey man lay
And there they buried him
In the wolfman's grave.
The grey man died and no one cried
Except for May, on the wolfman's grave.
And still May tended sheep
Upon the hills.
And still the wolves were seen.
They sought their kill.
But lo' they turned in fear
And ran away
When they did face the ghost
Of a wolf so grey.
The grey wolf came to protect May.
He was raised from the wolfman's grave.
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Down by the river;
Down by the rocks;
Dry leaves are cracking
Just out of sight.
In the deep shadows,
And in the trees,
Something is watching
Both you and me.
Hear the drifting flute
Call to me and you.
Follow on
Never to return.
Offer ripe apples
Unto the trees;
Unto the river;
Unto the rocks.
And in the shadows,
Under the leaves,
Something is watching
Both you and me.
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Stone Breath Red Lion, Pennsylvania
Stone Breath is not new. It is cracked. Broken. Imperfect. Hidden. Weathered by the seasons.
We sing of ghosts and of forgotten paths through forest and fallow field.
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