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Old Corpse Road
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Current | |
The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals (2007-present) |
Member(bands): Annwn, Geomancer (live) | |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals (2007-present) |
Member(bands): Annwn, Arcane North, Blood Countess, Cave Dweller, Peasant, Wynter Myst, Thy Dying Light (live), Primitive Graven Image (live), Twice the Trauma (live) | |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) (2008-present) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals (backing) (2008-present) |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals (2008-present) |
Past | |
The Seer | Guitars, Vocals (2012-2015) |
Member(bands): Oakenshield (live), Mountains Crave | |
Past (Live) | |
BoxHead | Drums (2013-2014) |
Member(bands): Ravenage, Sellsword, Lacrota |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | The Echoes of Tales Once Told | Demo | 2009 | Show album |
2 | The Bones of This Land Are Not Speechless / English Black Punk Metal | Split | 2010 | Show album |
3 | ’Tis Witching Hour... as Spectres We Haunt This Kingdom | Full-length | 2012 | Show album |
4 | Insidious Art and Serpentine Rites | Split | 2014 | Show album |
5 | Of Campfires and Evening Mists | Full-length | 2016 | Show album |
6 | On Ghastly Shores Lays the Wreckage of Our Lore | Full-length | 2020 | Show album |
The Echoes of Tales Once Told
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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March 13th, 2009 | Independent | CD | CD-R, Limited edition | |
February 13th, 2009 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
February 21st, 2010 | Darkness Shade Records | DSR-EVIL-III | Cassette | Limited edition |
Members | |
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The Wanderer | Bass, Spoken Words |
The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | The Old Corpse Road | 06:40 | Show lyrics |
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 on The arduous trek to the burial site Only guided by candlelight Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road No other route or path the we may take Unploughed and bare they cannot stray Non-linear trails are carefully laid Labyrinths and mazes the wraiths dissuade At the journeys end, with the cemetery in sight The coffin is set down on the stone to rest And at the toll of the lych gate bell The travellers now rest, another to peace in death Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road |
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2. | The Wild Hunt | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
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 tales once told The gales and storm unfold With galloping hooves and the baying of hounds The wild hunt comes across the misty mounds With the coming of the night Behold the horse man rides Within this blackened sight The hounds that chase the stride My soul, the hunt it takes The Wild Hunt Tears me from The earth I held so warm Now the wild hunt is here To burn my soul so clear The winds have swept me up My body left corrupt My soul the hunts dark prize To roam the midnight skies To roam the midnight skies For this cannot be me This deathly sight that I bleed Yet I do not grieve Now on lost souls I feed The furious host now leads The hunt begins to flee O’er storming skies we glide With Gabriels hounds I ride Looking down in endless wrath For those foolish enough to cross my path Swept up in this cavalcade To join this hunt, to join the raid With the coming of the night Behold the horse man rides Within this blackened sight The hounds that chase the stride Do not mock the horde that sweep, For you soul they will keep So when you go out at night this winter time Listen carefully for the barking of dogs and their cry… |
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3. | The Oakmen of Naddle Forest | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
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 Hush now, be silent now Listen to these words I speak The Oakmen of the forest Meet them and you will weep Fairy folks are in old oaks Their roots deep in the unseen realm The fairy wood in which they lurk An uncanny place after dusk Tempting people in to the copse Fungus disguised as tempting fruits To poison passers on their way The pungent stench of mushroom decay The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Forgotten folk of the British counties Spawned from murdered old oak trees The Oakmen of Naddle Forest 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 Hush now, be silent now Listen to these words I speak The Oakmen of the forest Meet them and you will weep The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Forgotten folk of the British counties Spawned from slaughtered old oak trees The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Oak is the king of the forest That rests in bluebell seas Damage them on a misty eve A lost path they will weave Bluebells, bluebells It is said Bluebells, do not tread |
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The Bones of This Land Are Not Speechless / English Black Punk Metal
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Band members | |
The Meads of Asphodel | |
Metatron | Vocals |
J.D. Tait | Guitars, Vocals, Keyboards |
Alan Davey | Bass, Vocals (4) |
Urakbarameel | Drums |
Old Corpse Road | |
The Wanderer | Bass, Spoken Words |
The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Hal Sinden | Vocals (10) |
Christina Poupoutsi | Vocals (female) (5) |
Elle Torry | Violin (5), Guitars (lead) (10) |
Mirai Kawashima | Keyboards |
Josh Danby | Vocals (additional) |
Kathryn Leighton | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Urakbarameel | Artwork, Layout |
James Parsons | Photography |
Iain Smith | Mixing, Mastering |
J.D. Tait | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Josh Danby | Producer, Mixing |
Martin King | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Old Corpse Road - Hob Headless Rises | 08:42 | Show lyrics |
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, windswept and grim Beware your soul wary traveller Don’t stop on the road wary traveller Sleep well in the village weary traveller For Hob cannot pass the Old Kent Bridge A lonely drunken coachman in easy prey for Hob In the cold still night, a deadly chill, an eerie call on the wind Hob lurches from the darkness, as if floating on the breeze The horses lost unto the night, the terrified coachmen flees Clothes as black as Whitby jet, a gaunt and dishevelled figure Beware Hob Headless, be not careless When you’re travelling Neasham bound Beware Hob Headless, for he is restless When you return to Hurworth town Night upon night he feeds Trick after trick he seeds Until too many travellers bleed A wizened and hollow spectre, arms too long for his squat body Buried under a great stone; his woes never felt again For all that sit upon this stone; will never be free again In 99 years and a day; he will rise again And peace will be ruined; he will rise again |
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2. | Old Corpse Road - The Devil’s Footprints | 12:07 | Show lyrics |
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 be |
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3. | Old Corpse Road - The Witch of Wookey Hole | 10:08 | Show lyrics |
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, of which the locals claimed Lead down through the dark to the caverns of hell Her sorrow turned to anger, her pain turned to hate She called upon the devil, to become her dark mage That night as she lay, shiverring in dark chambers A diabolical vision, appeared unto her In exchange for dark powers, to curse her wayward lover In return her dead soul, she would relinquish She cursed her untrue lover, afflicted with the pox But this man’s suffering, could not quell her rage She turned to other lovers, that she could smite Using her merciless arts, their lives she could blight The Witch of Wookey Hole The Witch of Wookey, resides alone Her petrified corpse, lies forever in stone A’top the devil’s cauldron, her final resting place A testimony to her fall from grace The Witch of Wookey, resides alone, Her petrified corpse, lies forever in stone Down the stream of sorrow on the confines of hell The caves of Wookey is where she fell I Curse Thee…. Failing crops and mighty storms I Curse Thee…. Soured milk and plagues of disease I Curse Thee…. Tainted livestock, cursed love I Curse Thee…. Fear and chaos, panic and mayhem A final curse upon young love, caused the man to flee He took his vows and holy orders in the chuch of Glastonbury The villagers sent graven word, unto the diocese To tell the holy abbott of their sufferance and plight He called on Father Bernard, to be dispatched at once A master exorcist of necromancers and wizards The villagers had all now fled, when the monk arrived He entered the cave with a candle and a bible at his side The witch was standing hunched over a pool of water With a wicked smile, a goat and a snarling dog aside "Rash beyond all reason, why commest thou to look on me?" "It is Holy Mother Church that bids thee. Repent O misguided spirit, and leave thy wickedness ere judgment overtake thee. Thou troublest heaven with thy sorceries and thy mischiefs are abhorred of all mankind. Repent; put away the powers of evil, for thy spells shall not avail thee against the wrath that is to come." Exorcizo te, omnis spiritus immunde in nomine Patris, et Spiritus Sanctus "The witch retreated into a second chamber, down Hells Ladder and Father followed. He knelt and gathered a handful of water, he blessed, and swiftly threw over the witch. With a ghastly scream, and severed soul Her body began too slow She instantly turned unto stone, where she remains, to this day.... to this day" |
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4. | The Meads of Asphodel - The Embalming of Gods | 02:10 | |
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5. | The Meads of Asphodel - On the Surface | 07:09 | |
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6. | The Meads of Asphodel - Same Mind (Doom cover) | 02:01 | Show lyrics |
Usual careless attitude, Hide behind an image. -Same mind, same mind- You think you’re really different, But you’re just the same. |
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7. | The Meads of Asphodel - Nazi (Hellbastard cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
Your mindless chants show your brain to be dead How can you all be so easily led? Your forced with bullshit, you think it’s right You’ll keep your security, you’re safe because your white You’ll not be needed, just pawns in their game The tables will turn, you’ll be treated the same Middle-aged business men will seize the power You’ll realize to late your dreams have turned sour These mindless chants Of those bigotted thoughts |
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8. | The Meads of Asphodel - Protest and Resist (Conflict cover) | 02:20 | Show lyrics |
No, there’s no fucking way That anything’s going to change It depends on you and you know We can protest until death, they won’t listen Don’t sit back and think it will happen They won’t give up what they have robbed Stand up and resist But while the leaders have caught on, we see that they’ve prepared for civil war While on our side we squabble about who does what and who sells more There’s women with just one reason, to fight for their equality Forgetting the system holds superiority First, we’ve got to come together, so fuck the differences It doesn’t matter if its noise or music, to them we all talk piss To them we’re the sick farce, now lets not prove them right If we’re to stand the slightest chance, we must unite and fight We must never give up, make sure our message ain’t forgotten That’s if they won’t fucking stop, then we’re gonna fucking stop them! |
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9. | The Meads of Asphodel - War Drum (Skeptix cover) | 04:55 | |
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10. | The Meads of Asphodel - You Really Got Me (The Kinks cover) | 02:57 | Show lyrics |
Girl, you really got me goin’ You got me so I don’t know what Im doin’ Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I can’t sleep at night Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I don’t know what I’m doin’ now Oh yeah, you really got me now You got me so I can’t sleep at night You really got me You really got me You really got me See, don’t ever set me free I always wanna be by your side Girl, you really got me now You got me so I can’t sleep at night Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I don’t know what Im doin’ now Oh yeah, you really got me now You got me so I can’t sleep at night You really got me You really got me You really got me Oh no See, don’t ever set me free I always wanna be by your side Girl, you really got me now You got me so I can’t sleep at night Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I don’t know what I’m doin’ now Oh yeah, you really got me now You got me so I can’t sleep at night You really got me You really got me You really got me |
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55:51 |
’Tis Witching Hour... as Spectres We Haunt This Kingdom
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 12th, 2012 | Godreah Records | FAFF011 | CD | |
November 12th, 2012 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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The Wanderer | Bass, Spoken Words |
The Dreamer | Drums, Percussion |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | ’Tis Witching Hour | 04:10 | |
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2. | The Cauld Lad of Hylton | 07:35 | Show lyrics |
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 Cauld Lad of Hylton He will do no more good Dashing to the castle grounds To the stable he is bound "Sorry Sir I’ve overslept" The Master turned around and glared The useless child, his temper flared He reaches for his riding crop Swiftly striking the young boy’s head Baron Hylton struck him dead Woe is me! Woe is me! The acorn is not yet Fallen from the tree, That’s to grow the wood, That’s to make the cradle, That’s to rock the bairn, That’s to grow to a man, That’s to lay me. He gathered up the frail boy’s corpse And dragged him to an unused well Cast into grimness Passed oppressive walls he fell In stagnant water, his ruined body dwells His restless spectre departs the flesh Under the striking September sun On a bleak autumnal morn’, his bones are found The Baron is tried for Skelton’s murder An alibi is found by an old farm worker An unjust travesty, Hylton walks free! Soon afterwards came strange events He began to haunt the castle Casting ash upon the floor His likeness in the soot was drawn Smashing plates and slamming doors Chamber pots spilled on the floor Sugared salt and peppered beer Topsy turvy mischievous pranks Ethereal lights within the chambers Seeping under old oak doors A naked boy, a ghostly sound "I’m Cauld, I’m Cauld" he cried aloud With knowledge gathered from ancient lore A silban vesture laid upon the floor As midnight invoked the witching hour He took up the cloak and was no longer dour At the first crow of cock he vanished The Cauld Lad of Hylton was now banished |
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3. | Hag of the Mist | 09:59 | Show lyrics |
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 sill Of those who have long been ill My wife, my wife Shrieking, wailing, screaming, crying Lamenting the souls of the dying Dreary moaning, wrathful keening My love, my love Flapping wings against the pane Calling she repeats their name Harbinger of certain death I hear her scream The night hag haunts our family Her keening is our curse For generations in this place We’ve heard her dreadful verse Our father’s fathers pass the tale Of Goo-rakh-uh-hree-bun She will not leave our family Until her work is done Torn and black dishevelled hair Lank and withered arms and claws Darkened eyes and blackened teeth Ghastly leathered bat like wings Her figure thin, and crooked back Trailing robes of obsidian black Tattered vestments adorn her bust She’s come to turn your soul to dust Invisible to all men But those of the bloodline We oft’ encountered the beast At crossroads and lonely screams Splashing and agitating water With her long bloodless hands Stalking quietly beside us Our eternal dark companion Sleep silent my child in the cradle of the dusk As the moon bathes thee in her gentle veiled majesty Sleep silent my child in the warmth of my arms Fire embers that fortell the time As the candle ebbs away The trees are yearning, for the summer breeze I kiss your brow and fall to my knees Tears burning my skin tonight, hold on my dear The soft caress of morning light will soon be here Sleep silent my child, as the seasons change The winds blow wild amongst the winter’s rage The hag of the mist, this families sage Arrives like thunderous storm Carrying somber plague She is gone |
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4. | The Buried Moon | 03:27 | |
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5. | The Crier of Claiffe, Pt. 1: The Wild Voice Came | 01:06 | |
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6. | The Crier of Claiffe, Pt. 2: The Crier of Claiffe | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
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 ferrymen returned this day with an eerie tale to tell Tearing across the wave They heard the maniac rave Onward he leapt, in a furious glee And past the house he swept To whistle in the tree Few quiet lulls did he afford More quiet by contrast With force redoubled then he roared A furious shuddering blast Like a frenzied beast of prey Ere he sped his trackless way Another song be sung! Another cup be full! But suddenly within a lull... A legend arose from tragedies of sailing boats that sank 47 souls were lost to a murky black abyss Upon the wooded heights of the western bank The echoes of this horror manifested in the mist Travelling through twilight fog, guided by a lantern’s light The ferrymen returned this night but couldn’t tell of his plight The Crier of Claiffe - A chilling call from the mist A ghostly hooded figure standing on the cliffs The Crier of Claiffe - A desperate summoning voice To travel across the water for money or fate, your choice? Again, again, that wild voice came A boat! A boat! In heaven’s name Again, again, that wild voice came A boat! A boat! In heaven’s name The long night through Tho’ his lips have moved He cannot speak To those he loved He covers his wild eyes To hide some hateful sight Ere the first streak Of morning light The mountains clad He has gone raving mad And, raving mad, he dies But what he saw, on that night of fear Over the ferry of Windermere None evermore shall know ’Tis the secret of the rolling wave ’Tis buried in the ferryman’s grave But every night, as darkness fell And all the long night through A thousand tongues were ready to tell And swear that the tale was true Came the awful cries of that wild holloa Over the ferry from the opposite shore |
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7. | The Crier of Claiffe, Pt. 3: The Secret of the Rolling Waves | 00:57 | |
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8. | Isobel - Queen of Scottish Witches | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
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 ascend to the skies Then comes the dawn - as the fire dies Isobel - her pale soft skin Isobel - flowing auburn hair Isobel - a voluptuous form Isobel - I invoke thee Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Baptised in her church as the Devil’s mistress She desecrated the concept of their holy rite And bathed in blood from her Master’s mark Through mounds and caverns in a mystic kingdom Where she travelled on to the underworld In the faery realm beneath the hills There she learned to fly climbing cornstraws Horse and hattock in the Devil’s name For the nymph goddess she danced within Elphame Entertained by the queen in a dreamtime world As the witch’s powers grew and unfurled Isobel - dark temptress Isobel - eyes of fire Isobel - seductive grace Isobel - I invoke thee Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Defiled by the Devil’s icey seed Drinking her blood, a vampiric kiss Raping the christian sacraments in bliss Their cursed weapon formed from flint The Devil shaped them with his hands "Shoot these arrows in my name And they shall not go home again" With elf shot and no bow to use They sprang them from their thumbs "I shoot the man in the master’s name And he shall not go home again" There she stood, in all her wicked glory Staring up at the cursed sky She stared with those demonic eyes Summoning her master to rise The master stares down from above Casting down his spiteful wrath "Answer to my beck and call And follow down the left hand path" Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Dark temptress of the night with eyes of fire Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Pale beauty of my dark desires |
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9. | Glassensikes at Witching Hour | 09:22 | Show lyrics |
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 in the blackened night To foot I must alight Stepping into the cobbled streets I enter the Glassensikes Foreboding trees obscure the sky As the breeze begins to swell and rise I wander onto stippin’ stones An icy warning chills my bones I pray for passage through the night To keep me safe from peril and plight Spare these demons from my sight On this path bereft of light A blue flame rises from the marsh And floats into my path A headless gentleman now appears I take flight into the mist My heart now pounding I slow the pace To ensure the spirit had not gave chase For but a moment I felt safe But the hauntings began again How horrible to be balanced upon a stippin’ stone A waterlogged marsh on either side, And a goblin / barghest in my way Goblin / Barghest in my path Grim as any river demon Goblin / Barghest in my path Take your leave or feel my wrath The air now still I sigh and wait For the next apparition to appear The ghostly call of a near-by owl And the cloud begins to clear The moonlight bursts down from above And illuminates a ghastly sight A white lady stands, a white rabbit too And chills me through and through These creatures shimmer deathly pale Guarding silently by the trees The deceased damsel a forlorn figure Points her finger accusing me I stand alone in the silver moonlight As the clouds tear across the sky Wanting for an earthly companion To walk along my side The Glassenikes at witching hour A frightful place to be I pray that future drunken men Won’t suffer the same fate as me A hulking foreboding terrace Unlike anything else in town Raised up in the distance Now I know I’m homeward bound Gaslights are marking Harewood Grove With their amber glow With the homely scent of an oak log fire I’ve not got far to go I pray for passage through the night To keep me safe from peril and plight Spare these demons from my sight On this path bereft of light |
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10. | As Spectres We Haunt This Kingdom | 04:04 | |
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57:35 |
Insidious Art and Serpentine Rites
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Band members | |
Old Corpse Road | |
The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
The Seer | Guitars, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Samuel Turbitt | Mastering |
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Side A | |||
1. | The Infernal Sea - Tannis Root | 06:37 | |
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Side B | |||
2. | Old Corpse Road - The Sockburn Worm | 06:40 | |
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13:17 |
Of Campfires and Evening Mists
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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May 27th, 2016 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL 51 CD | CD | |
May 27th, 2016 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL 51 CD | CD | Wooden box |
January 19th, 2017 | Cacophonous Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
January 27th, 2017 | Locust Amber Records | LAR026 | Cassette | Limited edition |
Members | |
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The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | Opening the Circle (Of Campfires and Evening Mists) | 03:12 | |
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2. | The Whispers of Long Meg Through the Solstice | 08:56 | |
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3. | Herne of Windsor Forest | 10:33 | |
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4. | Pendle (Daughters of the Black Moon) | 11:53 | |
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5. | Sorrow Through Pendle Woods | 04:26 | |
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6. | The Great Thunderstorm | 11:05 | |
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7. | Peg Powler | 10:00 | |
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8. | Closing the Circle (Hail and Farewell) | 04:27 | |
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01:04:32 |
On Ghastly Shores Lays the Wreckage of Our Lore
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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May 15th, 2020 | Trollzorn Records | CD | ||
June 2020 | Under the Dark Soil | Soil 020 | Cassette | Limited edition |
June 18th, 2020 | Blackwood Productions | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition | |
November 29th, 2020 | Under the Dark Soil | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Band members | |
The Dreamer | Percussion, Ambiance |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Marc Hoyland | Keyboards and Composition on track 5: As Waves Devour Their Carcasses |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Kate Van Suddese | Artwork |
Josh Danby | Engineering |
Christophe "Volvox" Szpajdel | Logo |
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1. | On Ghastly Shores Lays the Wreckage of Our Lore | 03:45 | |
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2. | Harbingers of Death (Voices in the Tempest) | 06:17 | |
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3. | Black Ship | 11:04 | |
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4. | Sea Fire | 06:06 | |
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5. | As Waves Devour Their Carcasses | 05:22 | |
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6. | Demons of the Farne | 09:30 | |
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7. | The Ghosts of the Ruinous Dunstanburgh Castle | 16:26 | |
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8. | Waterlore | 06:09 | |
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01:04:39 |
The Echoes of Tales Once Told
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The Wanderer | Bass, Spoken Words |
The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | The Old Corpse Road | 06:40 | Show lyrics |
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 on The arduous trek to the burial site Only guided by candlelight Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road No other route or path the we may take Unploughed and bare they cannot stray Non-linear trails are carefully laid Labyrinths and mazes the wraiths dissuade At the journeys end, with the cemetery in sight The coffin is set down on the stone to rest And at the toll of the lych gate bell The travellers now rest, another to peace in death Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road |
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2. | The Wild Hunt | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
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 tales once told The gales and storm unfold With galloping hooves and the baying of hounds The wild hunt comes across the misty mounds With the coming of the night Behold the horse man rides Within this blackened sight The hounds that chase the stride My soul, the hunt it takes The Wild Hunt Tears me from The earth I held so warm Now the wild hunt is here To burn my soul so clear The winds have swept me up My body left corrupt My soul the hunts dark prize To roam the midnight skies To roam the midnight skies For this cannot be me This deathly sight that I bleed Yet I do not grieve Now on lost souls I feed The furious host now leads The hunt begins to flee O’er storming skies we glide With Gabriels hounds I ride Looking down in endless wrath For those foolish enough to cross my path Swept up in this cavalcade To join this hunt, to join the raid With the coming of the night Behold the horse man rides Within this blackened sight The hounds that chase the stride Do not mock the horde that sweep, For you soul they will keep So when you go out at night this winter time Listen carefully for the barking of dogs and their cry… |
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3. | The Oakmen of Naddle Forest | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
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 Hush now, be silent now Listen to these words I speak The Oakmen of the forest Meet them and you will weep Fairy folks are in old oaks Their roots deep in the unseen realm The fairy wood in which they lurk An uncanny place after dusk Tempting people in to the copse Fungus disguised as tempting fruits To poison passers on their way The pungent stench of mushroom decay The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Forgotten folk of the British counties Spawned from murdered old oak trees The Oakmen of Naddle Forest 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 Hush now, be silent now Listen to these words I speak The Oakmen of the forest Meet them and you will weep The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Forgotten folk of the British counties Spawned from slaughtered old oak trees The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Oak is the king of the forest That rests in bluebell seas Damage them on a misty eve A lost path they will weave Bluebells, bluebells It is said Bluebells, do not tread |
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24:51 |
The Echoes of Tales Once Told
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
The Wanderer | Bass, Spoken Words |
The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | The Old Corpse Road | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
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 on The arduous trek to the burial site Only guided by candlelight Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road No other route or path the we may take Unploughed and bare they cannot stray Non-linear trails are carefully laid Labyrinths and mazes the wraiths dissuade At the journeys end, with the cemetery in sight The coffin is set down on the stone to rest And at the toll of the lych gate bell The travellers now rest, another to peace in death Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road |
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2. | The Wild Hunt | 06:46 | Show lyrics |
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 tales once told The gales and storm unfold With galloping hooves and the baying of hounds The wild hunt comes across the misty mounds With the coming of the night Behold the horse man rides Within this blackened sight The hounds that chase the stride My soul, the hunt it takes The Wild Hunt Tears me from The earth I held so warm Now the wild hunt is here To burn my soul so clear The winds have swept me up My body left corrupt My soul the hunts dark prize To roam the midnight skies To roam the midnight skies For this cannot be me This deathly sight that I bleed Yet I do not grieve Now on lost souls I feed The furious host now leads The hunt begins to flee O’er storming skies we glide With Gabriels hounds I ride Looking down in endless wrath For those foolish enough to cross my path Swept up in this cavalcade To join this hunt, to join the raid With the coming of the night Behold the horse man rides Within this blackened sight The hounds that chase the stride Do not mock the horde that sweep, For you soul they will keep So when you go out at night this winter time Listen carefully for the barking of dogs and their cry… |
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3. | The Oakmen of Naddle Forest | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
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 Hush now, be silent now Listen to these words I speak The Oakmen of the forest Meet them and you will weep Fairy folks are in old oaks Their roots deep in the unseen realm The fairy wood in which they lurk An uncanny place after dusk Tempting people in to the copse Fungus disguised as tempting fruits To poison passers on their way The pungent stench of mushroom decay The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Forgotten folk of the British counties Spawned from murdered old oak trees The Oakmen of Naddle Forest 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 Hush now, be silent now Listen to these words I speak The Oakmen of the forest Meet them and you will weep The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Forgotten folk of the British counties Spawned from slaughtered old oak trees The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Oak is the king of the forest That rests in bluebell seas Damage them on a misty eve A lost path they will weave Bluebells, bluebells It is said Bluebells, do not tread |
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24:45 |
The Echoes of Tales Once Told
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
The Wanderer | Bass, Spoken Words |
The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | The Old Corpse Road | 06:40 | Show lyrics |
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 on The arduous trek to the burial site Only guided by candlelight Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road No other route or path the we may take Unploughed and bare they cannot stray Non-linear trails are carefully laid Labyrinths and mazes the wraiths dissuade At the journeys end, with the cemetery in sight The coffin is set down on the stone to rest And at the toll of the lych gate bell The travellers now rest, another to peace in death Haunted by fairies and wraiths And spirits of the deceased Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road Flowing like rivers along the straight ground The flitting spectres wretched sound Even the dead may not be at rest On the old corpse road |
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2. | The Wild Hunt | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
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 tales once told The gales and storm unfold With galloping hooves and the baying of hounds The wild hunt comes across the misty mounds With the coming of the night Behold the horse man rides Within this blackened sight The hounds that chase the stride My soul, the hunt it takes The Wild Hunt Tears me from The earth I held so warm Now the wild hunt is here To burn my soul so clear The winds have swept me up My body left corrupt My soul the hunts dark prize To roam the midnight skies To roam the midnight skies For this cannot be me This deathly sight that I bleed Yet I do not grieve Now on lost souls I feed The furious host now leads The hunt begins to flee O’er storming skies we glide With Gabriels hounds I ride Looking down in endless wrath For those foolish enough to cross my path Swept up in this cavalcade To join this hunt, to join the raid With the coming of the night Behold the horse man rides Within this blackened sight The hounds that chase the stride Do not mock the horde that sweep, For you soul they will keep So when you go out at night this winter time Listen carefully for the barking of dogs and their cry… |
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3. | The Oakmen of Naddle Forest | 11:22 | Show lyrics |
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 Hush now, be silent now Listen to these words I speak The Oakmen of the forest Meet them and you will weep Fairy folks are in old oaks Their roots deep in the unseen realm The fairy wood in which they lurk An uncanny place after dusk Tempting people in to the copse Fungus disguised as tempting fruits To poison passers on their way The pungent stench of mushroom decay The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Forgotten folk of the British counties Spawned from murdered old oak trees The Oakmen of Naddle Forest 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 Hush now, be silent now Listen to these words I speak The Oakmen of the forest Meet them and you will weep The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Forgotten folk of the British counties Spawned from slaughtered old oak trees The Oakmen of Naddle Forest Oak is the king of the forest That rests in bluebell seas Damage them on a misty eve A lost path they will weave Bluebells, bluebells It is said Bluebells, do not tread |
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4. | Hell’s Kettles | ||
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5. | The Song of Amergin | ||
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24:51 |
’Tis Witching Hour... as Spectres We Haunt This Kingdom
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The Wanderer | Bass, Spoken Words |
The Dreamer | Drums, Percussion |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | ’Tis Witching Hour | 04:10 | |
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2. | The Cauld Lad of Hylton | 07:35 | Show lyrics |
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 Cauld Lad of Hylton He will do no more good Dashing to the castle grounds To the stable he is bound "Sorry Sir I’ve overslept" The Master turned around and glared The useless child, his temper flared He reaches for his riding crop Swiftly striking the young boy’s head Baron Hylton struck him dead Woe is me! Woe is me! The acorn is not yet Fallen from the tree, That’s to grow the wood, That’s to make the cradle, That’s to rock the bairn, That’s to grow to a man, That’s to lay me. He gathered up the frail boy’s corpse And dragged him to an unused well Cast into grimness Passed oppressive walls he fell In stagnant water, his ruined body dwells His restless spectre departs the flesh Under the striking September sun On a bleak autumnal morn’, his bones are found The Baron is tried for Skelton’s murder An alibi is found by an old farm worker An unjust travesty, Hylton walks free! Soon afterwards came strange events He began to haunt the castle Casting ash upon the floor His likeness in the soot was drawn Smashing plates and slamming doors Chamber pots spilled on the floor Sugared salt and peppered beer Topsy turvy mischievous pranks Ethereal lights within the chambers Seeping under old oak doors A naked boy, a ghostly sound "I’m Cauld, I’m Cauld" he cried aloud With knowledge gathered from ancient lore A silban vesture laid upon the floor As midnight invoked the witching hour He took up the cloak and was no longer dour At the first crow of cock he vanished The Cauld Lad of Hylton was now banished |
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3. | Hag of the Mist | 09:59 | Show lyrics |
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 sill Of those who have long been ill My wife, my wife Shrieking, wailing, screaming, crying Lamenting the souls of the dying Dreary moaning, wrathful keening My love, my love Flapping wings against the pane Calling she repeats their name Harbinger of certain death I hear her scream The night hag haunts our family Her keening is our curse For generations in this place We’ve heard her dreadful verse Our father’s fathers pass the tale Of Goo-rakh-uh-hree-bun She will not leave our family Until her work is done Torn and black dishevelled hair Lank and withered arms and claws Darkened eyes and blackened teeth Ghastly leathered bat like wings Her figure thin, and crooked back Trailing robes of obsidian black Tattered vestments adorn her bust She’s come to turn your soul to dust Invisible to all men But those of the bloodline We oft’ encountered the beast At crossroads and lonely screams Splashing and agitating water With her long bloodless hands Stalking quietly beside us Our eternal dark companion Sleep silent my child in the cradle of the dusk As the moon bathes thee in her gentle veiled majesty Sleep silent my child in the warmth of my arms Fire embers that fortell the time As the candle ebbs away The trees are yearning, for the summer breeze I kiss your brow and fall to my knees Tears burning my skin tonight, hold on my dear The soft caress of morning light will soon be here Sleep silent my child, as the seasons change The winds blow wild amongst the winter’s rage The hag of the mist, this families sage Arrives like thunderous storm Carrying somber plague She is gone |
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4. | The Buried Moon | 03:27 | |
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5. | The Crier of Claiffe, Pt. 1: The Wild Voice Came | 01:06 | |
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6. | The Crier of Claiffe, Pt. 2: The Crier of Claiffe | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
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 ferrymen returned this day with an eerie tale to tell Tearing across the wave They heard the maniac rave Onward he leapt, in a furious glee And past the house he swept To whistle in the tree Few quiet lulls did he afford More quiet by contrast With force redoubled then he roared A furious shuddering blast Like a frenzied beast of prey Ere he sped his trackless way Another song be sung! Another cup be full! But suddenly within a lull... A legend arose from tragedies of sailing boats that sank 47 souls were lost to a murky black abyss Upon the wooded heights of the western bank The echoes of this horror manifested in the mist Travelling through twilight fog, guided by a lantern’s light The ferrymen returned this night but couldn’t tell of his plight The Crier of Claiffe - A chilling call from the mist A ghostly hooded figure standing on the cliffs The Crier of Claiffe - A desperate summoning voice To travel across the water for money or fate, your choice? Again, again, that wild voice came A boat! A boat! In heaven’s name Again, again, that wild voice came A boat! A boat! In heaven’s name The long night through Tho’ his lips have moved He cannot speak To those he loved He covers his wild eyes To hide some hateful sight Ere the first streak Of morning light The mountains clad He has gone raving mad And, raving mad, he dies But what he saw, on that night of fear Over the ferry of Windermere None evermore shall know ’Tis the secret of the rolling wave ’Tis buried in the ferryman’s grave But every night, as darkness fell And all the long night through A thousand tongues were ready to tell And swear that the tale was true Came the awful cries of that wild holloa Over the ferry from the opposite shore |
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7. | The Crier of Claiffe, Pt. 3: The Secret of the Rolling Waves | 00:57 | |
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8. | Isobel - Queen of Scottish Witches | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
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 ascend to the skies Then comes the dawn - as the fire dies Isobel - her pale soft skin Isobel - flowing auburn hair Isobel - a voluptuous form Isobel - I invoke thee Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Baptised in her church as the Devil’s mistress She desecrated the concept of their holy rite And bathed in blood from her Master’s mark Through mounds and caverns in a mystic kingdom Where she travelled on to the underworld In the faery realm beneath the hills There she learned to fly climbing cornstraws Horse and hattock in the Devil’s name For the nymph goddess she danced within Elphame Entertained by the queen in a dreamtime world As the witch’s powers grew and unfurled Isobel - dark temptress Isobel - eyes of fire Isobel - seductive grace Isobel - I invoke thee Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Defiled by the Devil’s icey seed Drinking her blood, a vampiric kiss Raping the christian sacraments in bliss Their cursed weapon formed from flint The Devil shaped them with his hands "Shoot these arrows in my name And they shall not go home again" With elf shot and no bow to use They sprang them from their thumbs "I shoot the man in the master’s name And he shall not go home again" There she stood, in all her wicked glory Staring up at the cursed sky She stared with those demonic eyes Summoning her master to rise The master stares down from above Casting down his spiteful wrath "Answer to my beck and call And follow down the left hand path" Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Dark temptress of the night with eyes of fire Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Pale beauty of my dark desires |
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9. | Glassensikes at Witching Hour | 09:22 | Show lyrics |
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 in the blackened night To foot I must alight Stepping into the cobbled streets I enter the Glassensikes Foreboding trees obscure the sky As the breeze begins to swell and rise I wander onto stippin’ stones An icy warning chills my bones I pray for passage through the night To keep me safe from peril and plight Spare these demons from my sight On this path bereft of light A blue flame rises from the marsh And floats into my path A headless gentleman now appears I take flight into the mist My heart now pounding I slow the pace To ensure the spirit had not gave chase For but a moment I felt safe But the hauntings began again How horrible to be balanced upon a stippin’ stone A waterlogged marsh on either side, And a goblin / barghest in my way Goblin / Barghest in my path Grim as any river demon Goblin / Barghest in my path Take your leave or feel my wrath The air now still I sigh and wait For the next apparition to appear The ghostly call of a near-by owl And the cloud begins to clear The moonlight bursts down from above And illuminates a ghastly sight A white lady stands, a white rabbit too And chills me through and through These creatures shimmer deathly pale Guarding silently by the trees The deceased damsel a forlorn figure Points her finger accusing me I stand alone in the silver moonlight As the clouds tear across the sky Wanting for an earthly companion To walk along my side The Glassenikes at witching hour A frightful place to be I pray that future drunken men Won’t suffer the same fate as me A hulking foreboding terrace Unlike anything else in town Raised up in the distance Now I know I’m homeward bound Gaslights are marking Harewood Grove With their amber glow With the homely scent of an oak log fire I’ve not got far to go I pray for passage through the night To keep me safe from peril and plight Spare these demons from my sight On this path bereft of light |
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10. | As Spectres We Haunt This Kingdom | 04:04 | |
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57:35 |
’Tis Witching Hour... as Spectres We Haunt This Kingdom
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The Wanderer | Bass, Spoken Words |
The Dreamer | Drums, Percussion |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | ’Tis Witching Hour | 04:10 | |
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2. | The Cauld Lad of Hylton | 07:34 | Show lyrics |
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 Cauld Lad of Hylton He will do no more good Dashing to the castle grounds To the stable he is bound "Sorry Sir I’ve overslept" The Master turned around and glared The useless child, his temper flared He reaches for his riding crop Swiftly striking the young boy’s head Baron Hylton struck him dead Woe is me! Woe is me! The acorn is not yet Fallen from the tree, That’s to grow the wood, That’s to make the cradle, That’s to rock the bairn, That’s to grow to a man, That’s to lay me. He gathered up the frail boy’s corpse And dragged him to an unused well Cast into grimness Passed oppressive walls he fell In stagnant water, his ruined body dwells His restless spectre departs the flesh Under the striking September sun On a bleak autumnal morn’, his bones are found The Baron is tried for Skelton’s murder An alibi is found by an old farm worker An unjust travesty, Hylton walks free! Soon afterwards came strange events He began to haunt the castle Casting ash upon the floor His likeness in the soot was drawn Smashing plates and slamming doors Chamber pots spilled on the floor Sugared salt and peppered beer Topsy turvy mischievous pranks Ethereal lights within the chambers Seeping under old oak doors A naked boy, a ghostly sound "I’m Cauld, I’m Cauld" he cried aloud With knowledge gathered from ancient lore A silban vesture laid upon the floor As midnight invoked the witching hour He took up the cloak and was no longer dour At the first crow of cock he vanished The Cauld Lad of Hylton was now banished |
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3. | Hag of the Mist | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
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 sill Of those who have long been ill My wife, my wife Shrieking, wailing, screaming, crying Lamenting the souls of the dying Dreary moaning, wrathful keening My love, my love Flapping wings against the pane Calling she repeats their name Harbinger of certain death I hear her scream The night hag haunts our family Her keening is our curse For generations in this place We’ve heard her dreadful verse Our father’s fathers pass the tale Of Goo-rakh-uh-hree-bun She will not leave our family Until her work is done Torn and black dishevelled hair Lank and withered arms and claws Darkened eyes and blackened teeth Ghastly leathered bat like wings Her figure thin, and crooked back Trailing robes of obsidian black Tattered vestments adorn her bust She’s come to turn your soul to dust Invisible to all men But those of the bloodline We oft’ encountered the beast At crossroads and lonely screams Splashing and agitating water With her long bloodless hands Stalking quietly beside us Our eternal dark companion Sleep silent my child in the cradle of the dusk As the moon bathes thee in her gentle veiled majesty Sleep silent my child in the warmth of my arms Fire embers that fortell the time As the candle ebbs away The trees are yearning, for the summer breeze I kiss your brow and fall to my knees Tears burning my skin tonight, hold on my dear The soft caress of morning light will soon be here Sleep silent my child, as the seasons change The winds blow wild amongst the winter’s rage The hag of the mist, this families sage Arrives like thunderous storm Carrying somber plague She is gone |
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4. | The Buried Moon | 03:27 | |
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5. | The Crier of Claiffe, Pt. 1: The Wild Voice Came | 01:06 | |
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6. | The Crier of Claiffe, Pt. 2: The Crier of Claiffe | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
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 ferrymen returned this day with an eerie tale to tell Tearing across the wave They heard the maniac rave Onward he leapt, in a furious glee And past the house he swept To whistle in the tree Few quiet lulls did he afford More quiet by contrast With force redoubled then he roared A furious shuddering blast Like a frenzied beast of prey Ere he sped his trackless way Another song be sung! Another cup be full! But suddenly within a lull... A legend arose from tragedies of sailing boats that sank 47 souls were lost to a murky black abyss Upon the wooded heights of the western bank The echoes of this horror manifested in the mist Travelling through twilight fog, guided by a lantern’s light The ferrymen returned this night but couldn’t tell of his plight The Crier of Claiffe - A chilling call from the mist A ghostly hooded figure standing on the cliffs The Crier of Claiffe - A desperate summoning voice To travel across the water for money or fate, your choice? Again, again, that wild voice came A boat! A boat! In heaven’s name Again, again, that wild voice came A boat! A boat! In heaven’s name The long night through Tho’ his lips have moved He cannot speak To those he loved He covers his wild eyes To hide some hateful sight Ere the first streak Of morning light The mountains clad He has gone raving mad And, raving mad, he dies But what he saw, on that night of fear Over the ferry of Windermere None evermore shall know ’Tis the secret of the rolling wave ’Tis buried in the ferryman’s grave But every night, as darkness fell And all the long night through A thousand tongues were ready to tell And swear that the tale was true Came the awful cries of that wild holloa Over the ferry from the opposite shore |
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7. | The Crier of Claiffe, Pt. 3: The Secret of the Rolling Waves | 00:57 | |
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8. | Isobel - Queen of Scottish Witches | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
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 ascend to the skies Then comes the dawn - as the fire dies Isobel - her pale soft skin Isobel - flowing auburn hair Isobel - a voluptuous form Isobel - I invoke thee Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Baptised in her church as the Devil’s mistress She desecrated the concept of their holy rite And bathed in blood from her Master’s mark Through mounds and caverns in a mystic kingdom Where she travelled on to the underworld In the faery realm beneath the hills There she learned to fly climbing cornstraws Horse and hattock in the Devil’s name For the nymph goddess she danced within Elphame Entertained by the queen in a dreamtime world As the witch’s powers grew and unfurled Isobel - dark temptress Isobel - eyes of fire Isobel - seductive grace Isobel - I invoke thee Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Defiled by the Devil’s icey seed Drinking her blood, a vampiric kiss Raping the christian sacraments in bliss Their cursed weapon formed from flint The Devil shaped them with his hands "Shoot these arrows in my name And they shall not go home again" With elf shot and no bow to use They sprang them from their thumbs "I shoot the man in the master’s name And he shall not go home again" There she stood, in all her wicked glory Staring up at the cursed sky She stared with those demonic eyes Summoning her master to rise The master stares down from above Casting down his spiteful wrath "Answer to my beck and call And follow down the left hand path" Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Dark temptress of the night with eyes of fire Isobel - Queen of Scottish witches Pale beauty of my dark desires |
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9. | Glassensikes at Witching Hour | 09:21 | Show lyrics |
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 in the blackened night To foot I must alight Stepping into the cobbled streets I enter the Glassensikes Foreboding trees obscure the sky As the breeze begins to swell and rise I wander onto stippin’ stones An icy warning chills my bones I pray for passage through the night To keep me safe from peril and plight Spare these demons from my sight On this path bereft of light A blue flame rises from the marsh And floats into my path A headless gentleman now appears I take flight into the mist My heart now pounding I slow the pace To ensure the spirit had not gave chase For but a moment I felt safe But the hauntings began again How horrible to be balanced upon a stippin’ stone A waterlogged marsh on either side, And a goblin / barghest in my way Goblin / Barghest in my path Grim as any river demon Goblin / Barghest in my path Take your leave or feel my wrath The air now still I sigh and wait For the next apparition to appear The ghostly call of a near-by owl And the cloud begins to clear The moonlight bursts down from above And illuminates a ghastly sight A white lady stands, a white rabbit too And chills me through and through These creatures shimmer deathly pale Guarding silently by the trees The deceased damsel a forlorn figure Points her finger accusing me I stand alone in the silver moonlight As the clouds tear across the sky Wanting for an earthly companion To walk along my side The Glassenikes at witching hour A frightful place to be I pray that future drunken men Won’t suffer the same fate as me A hulking foreboding terrace Unlike anything else in town Raised up in the distance Now I know I’m homeward bound Gaslights are marking Harewood Grove With their amber glow With the homely scent of an oak log fire I’ve not got far to go I pray for passage through the night To keep me safe from peril and plight Spare these demons from my sight On this path bereft of light |
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10. | As Spectres We Haunt This Kingdom | 04:03 | |
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Of Campfires and Evening Mists
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The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | Opening the Circle (Of Campfires and Evening Mists) | 03:12 | |
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2. | The Whispers of Long Meg Through the Solstice | 08:56 | |
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3. | Herne of Windsor Forest | 10:33 | |
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4. | Pendle (Daughters of the Black Moon) | 11:53 | |
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5. | Sorrow Through Pendle Woods | 04:26 | |
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6. | The Great Thunderstorm | 11:05 | |
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7. | Peg Powler | 10:00 | |
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8. | Closing the Circle (Hail and Farewell) | 04:27 | |
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Of Campfires and Evening Mists
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The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | Opening the Circle (Of Campfires and Evening Mists) | 03:12 | |
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2. | The Whispers of Long Meg Through the Solstice | 08:56 | |
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3. | Herne of Windsor Forest | 10:33 | |
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4. | Pendle (Daughters of the Black Moon) | 11:53 | |
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5. | Sorrow Through Pendle Woods | 04:26 | |
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6. | The Great Thunderstorm | 11:05 | |
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7. | Peg Powler | 10:00 | |
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8. | Closing the Circle (Hail and Farewell) | 04:27 | |
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Of Campfires and Evening Mists
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The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | Opening the Circle (Of Campfires and Evening Mists) | 03:12 | |
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2. | The Whispers of Long Meg Through the Solstice | 08:56 | |
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3. | Herne of Windsor Forest | 10:33 | |
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4. | Pendle (Daughters of the Black Moon) | 11:53 | |
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5. | Sorrow Through Pendle Woods | 04:26 | |
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6. | The Great Thunderstorm | 11:05 | |
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7. | Peg Powler | 10:00 | |
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8. | Closing the Circle (Hail and Farewell) | 04:27 | |
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01:04:32 |
Of Campfires and Evening Mists
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The Dreamer | Drums, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
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1. | Opening the Circle (Of Campfires and Evening Mists) | 03:12 | |
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2. | The Whispers of Long Meg Through the Solstice | 08:56 | |
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3. | Herne of Windsor Forest | 10:33 | |
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4. | Pendle (Daughters of the Black Moon) | 11:53 | |
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5. | Sorrow Through Pendle Woods | 04:26 | |
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6. | The Great Thunderstorm | 11:05 | |
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7. | Peg Powler | 10:00 | |
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8. | Closing the Circle (Hail and Farewell) | 04:27 | |
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01:04:32 |
On Ghastly Shores Lays the Wreckage of Our Lore
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The Dreamer | Percussion, Ambiance |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Marc Hoyland | Keyboards and Composition on track 5: As Waves Devour Their Carcasses |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Kate Van Suddese | Artwork |
Josh Danby | Engineering |
Christophe "Volvox" Szpajdel | Logo |
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1. | On Ghastly Shores Lays the Wreckage of Our Lore | 03:45 | |
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2. | Harbingers of Death (Voices in the Tempest) | 06:17 | |
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3. | Black Ship | 11:04 | |
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4. | Sea Fire | 06:06 | |
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5. | As Waves Devour Their Carcasses | 05:22 | |
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6. | Demons of the Farne | 09:30 | |
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7. | The Ghosts of the Ruinous Dunstanburgh Castle | 16:26 | |
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8. | Waterlore | 06:09 | |
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01:04:39 |
On Ghastly Shores Lays the Wreckage of Our Lore
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The Dreamer | Percussion, Ambiance |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Marc Hoyland | Keyboards and Composition on track 5: As Waves Devour Their Carcasses |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Kate Van Suddese | Artwork |
Josh Danby | Engineering |
Christophe "Volvox" Szpajdel | Logo |
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1. | On Ghastly Shores Lays the Wreckage of Our Lore | 03:45 | |
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2. | Harbingers of Death (Voices in the Tempest) | 06:17 | |
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3. | Black Ship | 11:04 | |
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4. | Sea Fire | 06:06 | |
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Side B | |||
5. | As Waves Devour Their Carcasses | 05:22 | |
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6. | Demons of the Farne | 09:30 | |
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7. | The Ghosts of the Ruinous Dunstanburgh Castle | 16:26 | |
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8. | Waterlore | 06:09 | |
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01:04:39 |
On Ghastly Shores Lays the Wreckage of Our Lore
Members | |
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The Dreamer | Percussion, Ambiance |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Marc Hoyland | Keyboards and Composition on track 5: As Waves Devour Their Carcasses |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Kate Van Suddese | Artwork |
Josh Danby | Engineering |
Christophe "Volvox" Szpajdel | Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | On Ghastly Shores Lays the Wreckage of Our Lore | 03:45 | |
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2. | Harbingers of Death (Voices in the Tempest) | 06:17 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Black Ship | 11:04 | |
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4. | Sea Fire | 06:06 | |
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27:12 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
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1. | As Waves Devour Their Carcasses | 05:22 | |
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2. | Demons of the Farne | 09:30 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | The Ghosts of the Ruinous Dunstanburgh Castle | 16:26 | |
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4. | Waterlore | 06:09 | |
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37:27 |
On Ghastly Shores Lays the Wreckage of Our Lore
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The Dreamer | Percussion, Ambiance |
The Watcher | Keyboards, Vocals |
The Bearer | Guitars, Vocals |
The Wanderer | Bass, Vocals (spoken word) |
The Revenant | Guitars, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Marc Hoyland | Keyboards and Composition on track 5: As Waves Devour Their Carcasses |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Kate Van Suddese | Artwork |
Josh Danby | Engineering |
Christophe "Volvox" Szpajdel | Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | On Ghastly Shores Lays the Wreckage of Our Lore | 03:45 | |
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2. | Harbingers of Death (Voices in the Tempest) | 06:17 | |
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3. | Black Ship | 11:04 | |
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4. | Sea Fire | 06:06 | |
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5. | As Waves Devour Their Carcasses | 05:22 | |
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6. | Demons of the Farne | 09:30 | |
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7. | The Ghosts of the Ruinous Dunstanburgh Castle | 16:26 | |
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8. | Waterlore | 06:09 | |
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