Web of Wyrd - The Hagridden Nightmare's Tail Songtexte

What gloat in cloak eclipsed on high
from falcate moon at me
Could there in nook and cranny closer
fingers crooked be
Was that not the clattering of hooves
behind the clock?
which trotteth me to segnitude
tick - tock, tick - tock

To poppy fields my schesis
In Morpeus' arms held dear
Whilst his lullaby eases
'The Devil's Trill' I hear

Old Hag:
Hogwash and laystall!
Mine is the wicked hunt
thro' thy darksome house
Maggoty vapors herald my coming...

The Hagridden:
Avaunt, witch be thou gone!
Return thither back yon!
Menacing thy presence as it nears
An evil cackle scolding to ones ears
(Very scolding to one's ears)

The Devil's daughters, haggard and twist'd 'peer to befoul in wickedest
manners and thus as little girls
haunt...
Old Hag:
Be it by hymn, shriek or whisper
The Hagridden:
In turn mock me thy retinues
Little Girls:
Frighten thee our cloven hooves?
The Hagridden:
Bestridden virtue is of despair
Little Girls:
Aghast the sleeper!
Aghast! Aghast!

A Waking Dream (Is Atonia the Hag?)
Allayeth me thro' the night still
one by name of Atonia
Slackening at its height her skill
But should she linger legion come to company her

Higamus - As many wives David had
Hogamus - so Tamburlaine's were nine
Higamus - I own not nymph nor meanad
Hogamus - these succubi are mine!
At grewsome realms my dreaming
In conscious sleep I've slipp'd
Dragg'd by a nightmare screaming
Within in its tale I'm whipp'd
Old Hag:
Mildew and froth!
Thou greetest me struck dumb, tuck'd
in thy clammy bed
Slight of my iron hand promise I'll have thee…

The Hagridden:
Woe thee, o' demon fell!
Remove this hexed spell!
Leave this paralyzed body be!
Tremendous on my chest the weight of thee!
(The tremendous weight of thee)

The Devil's daughters, have me in their laudanum evil to hurt my decorum with malicious content and
thus as little girls haunt...
Old Hag:
Either 'tis cry, bellow or chant
The Hagridden:
Thy ilk 'twixt themselves have me laid
Little Girls:
Horniness hath thee afraid?
The Hagridden:
Maculate continence - my torment
Little Girls:
Uncouth the dormant!
Uncouth!

What View Not Eyes Awake
From a point more realistic
the schollar scoffeth at ignorance
But figments somnambulistic
await him within his own soon
waning diligence

An auld dance cast in new runs
leaping quanta at a time
Subliminal are wrought events
to manifest sublime
The spinstress on her stool hath sat there
ne'er beheld for aye
Whether real, tempestuous dream,
a novelty or fray

Higamus - As many wives David had
Hogamus - so Tamburlaine's were nine
Higamus - I own not nymph nor meanad
Hogamus - these succubi are mine!
Harridan most disturbing
an advent worth to fear
Know when daughters of hers sing
a sombrous sojourn is here
'Not again shall I slumber'-
my vow as darkness grows
I watch the hours lumber
and then my eyelids I close Where dreams meet dawn we'll see thee'