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 roofs Outside the church burning tracks in the snow What made these tracks will we ever know?
An uneasy sleep we had that night We awoke in the morn' to a haunting sight A trail of prints lay straight in the snow For hundreds of miles the trail did go We gathered together as the word spread For 200 miles these footprints had led Toting rakes and forks and our hunting hounds We set off in search across frozen grounds
The tracks led to the cemetery gates Through icy earth scorched footprints were laid Leading over tombs and graves Suspicious minds rumours did thrive The vicars claimed aloud with pride The devil roamed the country side In search of sinners and wayward souls To scare the folk into the sacred halls
I cast my spell unto the night My feverish lust an ancient flight As bells toll the midnight sins The journey of my haunted kin The selfless passage an endless burden I carry the fear of a thousand winds My steps as soft as drifting clouds From an unbroken line of immaculate creed
Tearing across the crystalline meadows Past withered trees and through foreboding mist The hounds leading a furious pace The scent of our prey quickens the chase Onwards, downwards, follow the course To find the route of this terrible curse As the water widens and the river runs strong Across the Exe, the hunt carries on
Of a devil like figure the sightings abound The cloven hoof tracks burned in the ground A linear trail unbroken was made O'er hundreds of miles these tracks did not fade The path seems endless and unforgiving But onwards we ploughed to seek the truth The pack moved swift as the wailing wind On the trail of the cloven hoof
In the softest glow of the pale moonlight I tread my path with devil's flight As the frozen skies bleed down on me I wear a cloak of souls like thee
A tempest of the darkest night I gather pace the end in sight With a Godspeed silhouette my friend I come to rest upon the end
On the trail of the cloven hoof!
The hunt carried on 'til morning light But of the creature, still no sight The huntsmen thought that they had failed Until a hedgerow halted the trail The hounds released to end the hunt And there the quarry stood in front But as stories passed and time evolved The mystery remains unsolved
As a token of my tortured soul, I leave you now to count the toll Of the visit that I paid to thee, to warn of what you'll come to beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
