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