From the books of ancient times, taught in prose, riddles and rhymes Prophecies of folkways old, fearsome tales best left untold Tales of human sacrifice- daggers plunged in hearts and eyes!
Rituals abandoned in shame, when from the east new peoples came From the rivers gathered they stones of protection from these old graves They did pile those barrows high, to keep the restless dead inside Who know what's lying under hag stones
Now those times have come and gone, long forgotten by mothers and sons Yet the seed that was sown in the past, destined to bloom when the spell was cast They did say this day would come, when the dead would rise as one Who knows what's writhing under hag stones
Enter men of modern ways, building high, disturbing the graves Crowding in each wold and hill, til that curse was fulfilled Hear the clattering of those stones, and reanimated bone Who knows what's rising under hag stonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
