The Wickerman

And the bodies of the Sesair spread
Across the barren plains
And my heart did rise to celebrate
As I pulled upon the reigns
Then I heard the sound of flutes and drums through the
Twisted tangled trees
So I drove the deer-skin chariot
And the thickets covered me

[Chorus:]
Where is the road to lead me home?
For my eyes and arms are weary and I wear a crown of thorns
When will I claim my rightful crown?
For the forest sky is bleary
And my horses hooves are ground
So we rode into the clearing
As the moon rose full and bright
And before us stood a statue made of
Branches bound up tight
All around it danced the witches of the
Horned One in a rage
Setting fire to the Rogues imprisoned in the bracken cage

[Chorus]

Who will come to set the prisoners free
For their fate look dark and dreary and
They're infidels like me
Then a flash came and the clearing opened up my eyes
Painted shaman and his acolytes rode in and gave the sign
Highest Drunelord of the Horned
One shed his antlers and his skin
With a waving of his arms
I joined the rogues to burn within

[Chorus]

Soon I will break us out of this cage
Or the fire will consume us, we'll be back and in a rage