An Oath Sworn On The Ashlar Stone

An eerie night bathed by moonlight on the Keighley Moors

A strange troop of men climb the hill again: Folk lock their doors

Lamps on the hillside – burning flames under crooked trees

And the old rock flaunts its silence in the winter's breeze

Come in child; don't let the devil in – hark not that lonely evil

These are strange times in which we dwell

The Dark Brothers in the mist

Follow the lull of their secret tryst

For the great God Jarbulon

An oath sworn on the Ashlar stone

Light the fire and I'll tell you a tale of the times long past

When the rock was still so ancient; there druids sat

In times of old in Brigantia's foldwhen the Celts held sway

The great rock stood and drank their blood on the solstice day

And in the Dark Age time when the Vikings arrived the dark rock saw

Infernal rites held to the skies and the lord of war

And I heard tell there that under Norman's glare

The Knights Templar came

To pray to the baphomet and their dark covens make

It's been many years since sabbats on the hill they reigned

And witches laughed through the hoary nights

Devils to raise

The grey stone sits in silence but its shadow looms

And called the souls of evil men towards their dooms