An oath so dire they feared to make
Their enemies and foes to take
Those ones who pulled and dragged the stones
The folk who lifted granite prone
In sin they stole a bullock white
Was Boands cow they slaught at night
They cut its tongue to stop its call
And hooked it on the withy wall
They found the bloody trail at dawn
By riverside the guts and brawn
They could not bear the wicked sleight
But had no stomach for a fight
So called upon the Wynter Crone
A Villainy, she could atone
They screamed across the darkened waters,
They called not for the Beara daughter
The Fury heard the Weru call
And raised herself from mountain hall
And Cailleach strode from craggy hame
With slaverd lips, her prize to claim.
The hag she ran in tempest cruel
And catchd men for winter gruel
She squeezed their fat with bony claw
And ground their corpse in toothy maw
She broke their bones and heads did crush
The brain inside was turned to mush
Their very blood she made it clot
And made them leak from hole and slot
She dried their skin until it crackled
And all the time she laughed and cackled
Her mirth was hid by thunderous cloud
She gathered round her stinking shroud
And Weru gawped as she did reap
And stack their foes in bloody heaps
They asked the Beara just one time,
For justice in the bloody crime
Of course her fee was just too rich
They had to pay the ancient witch
And they must pay with babys death
She stole away their childrens breath
For every time she swung her staff
Shed make another cackled laugh
And when the flesh of men she flaked,
A Weru babe shed also take
By dawn a child would Colden be
And laid upon a bed of reed
Her lips were dry, her eyes opaque
Its breath was stole for words of hate
So listen now, I know those chants
And once theyre said, theres no recant
Ive found the words of ancient Briton
A scratched stone where they are written
Uncovered on a fallen lith
I heard its place in ancient myth
I found it by the waters edge
Entangled in a bramble hedge
You see Im just a witherd man
My days are few, my soul is wan
I have no wife, no child at foot
No friend or pal to pay the cost
In meagre toll that must be paid
Shell add me to her bloody hoard
For my dry bones, shell wave her staff
Then dance upon the frozen earth
And spit upon her fiery hearth
Shell find you in the Afric lands
To drag you through the thorny sands
She wont be stopped by Vicars rant
Not magic nor a Nangas chant
Shell bring you back to strip your skin
Then eat the offal found within
I do this for the sins you made
The murder and rapine you hade
For acts of war, your deeds insane
She comes for you before BELTANE
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