Once a time when lead afield
And left abandoned to fend
Let a pebble find a way
Weather washed the trail to an end
There's no return for the left behind
And not a way from the thick
Tempt is easy when is without
One becomes unwise to the trick
Where do the hungry turn when there's nothing
To fall to the feast
On the stray the witches prey when in
Covenant of the beast
No one tells a tale to those forgotten
No one sings lullabies for lost children
The young are callow an easy lure fooled into fantasy
Their tender minds take in in discern to the
Grim of reality
Now penned in tight, can't get out if ya try
Face fate, in wait, what's to come gonna die
Bound bind, wrapped in, hold up in a keep
Bootless, foregone with none but worries to weep
Force fed, near dead, til the thick is in set
Once braised for the fare, soon we'll have at it yet
Take piece in part, with the fodders to flame
Steep well, til wrought, with the innocent slain
Unwary and unwise, baiting to unforeseen
Ignore the warning signs, soon to the victim be
All these without way, fainted by the disguise
Wishes as they may, but soon the end here it lies
An end at the beltane
Purified in transition
To the sum of forty two
The greatest gift be given
Ignore the truth of God above, turned into a lie
Against all that is known to man when inverted
On both sides