From sand to glass upon a grave
A moth drawn to the light
Equine skull ascends its stave
Mari Llwd midnight
Bones of the dead down on their knees
Swathed in a pilgrim’s cloak
Pray tell me what this Devil sees
All through the mist and smoke
The dead at the window – The living feed
Beyond the veil of the Grey Mare –
Pray tell me what this Devil sees
Now to let our Mari in
Her lust to join your feast
Hark, the hands of midnight
And the birthing of the beast
The dead at the window – The living feed
Beyond the veil of the Grey Mare –
Pray tell me what this Devil sees
Prattling tusks of skulls – Beckons the banished poor
Lepers, thieves and drunkards, HA! –
Not one escapes the gore
Undead hands awaken – Pendulums chain
In the night they pull the plough – Enraging dead men’s pain
A frost to bind the bloodied pact
Cramps that claw the hand
Roaring fires of her flood
when forging glass from sand
The dead at the window – Death’s caress
Beyond the veil of the Grey Mare – Ride on her hot breath
Gothic pagan phantasm – Shatters the veneer
Dead men beyond the veil – Pestilential fear
Are you afraid?
Undead rise as cold frost
Starved of flesh and skin
Raise the skull, behold
Those brimstone flames within
Men of darkness, legion strong
Shudder without shame
Hatred for the holy songs
Bastard ballads bear no name
Broken within anguish – A wassailing so cruel
Fragment this thinning veil – Beyond the Mari Llwd
The dead at the window
Fire drives them back
Beyond the veil of the Grey Mare
Spat from Hell in black
Obsidian Pagan darkness
From whence the undead feed
Mari Llwd beyond the veil
Pray tell me what this Devil sees