The Witch’s Lament
There’s a Man coming round – He’s taking names
For Valhalla calls the Eowan home.
And the Whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are torn, some are dying
Hear the horn and hear the pipers
When the Man comes around.
There’s a Bowman coming round – He’s taking aim
Flying straight and true, and all for you –
And the Whirlwind is in the bowsprit.
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are torn, some are dying
Hear the horn and hear the pipers
When the Man comes around.
For the hairs on each arm will stand up
With the terror of each sip and each sup
Will you partake of the battle cup ?
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are torn, some are dying
Hear the horn and hear the pipers
When the Man comes around.
And I looked, and behold – I saw a Black Ship.
He that steered it was called Death, and Hell followed after him.