1. THE HELLFIRE CLUB

Come sing with me
A tune of devilry
White orchid trees
Their shade so heavenly
Honoured by Venus
With gifts of honey mead
Come sin with me
O, godlike we shall be

You'll find us there

Come sing with me
Join us in revelry
Nothing, it seems
Escapes their irony
Comus is reeling
The laughter of a dream
Come sin with me
O, what a wicked scene

You'll find us there

I can see
The hellfire
Falling free

Come sing with me
Of barren auguriеs
We'll drink and feast
To friends and еnemies
Bacchus will lead us
Into the wine-dark sea
Come sin with me
O, godlike we shall be

You'll find us there

I can see
The hellfire
Falling free

They want to see you
Let's have the last of this wine
They want to see you
You've reached the end of the line


2. IPSISSIMUS

I know you
Never one to follow any rules
Yeah, I was your fool
When all the world seemed strange and new
You gave me forgeries
It took me far too long to see
That's praise of a kind
Ask the dead, they only want to live again

Ipsissimus

Alone with illusions
From the lotus we lived in confusion
With nothing to lose
My Severin and devil's muse
Forgotten nepenthe
We've gone too far now, haven't we?
Too late to rewind
Ask the dead, they only want to live again

Ipsissimus

So very tired
I've offered you all that I can
Yet we go 'round and 'round again
I hear your laughter as I'm kicking in the sand
Your holy mountain's a dead end


3. EUGENIE

Eugenie 1970
What have you brought for me?
Never had I thought it possible
Of one so young and free
Eugenie, my sweet Eugenie
Your heart's not cruelty-free
There's more in this than in your philosophy

Eugenie 1970
You're heavy company
The devil couldn't best you
For wit or charm
With all his finery
Eugenie, my sweet Eugenie
It's time for you to see
There's more in this than in your philosophy

Now comes the hour
Now comes the mystery

Eugenie 1970
Lissome pervеrsity
The wicked marquis took up his pen
And said thе whip shall set you free
Eugenie, my sweet Eugenie
Behold our masterpiece
There's more in this than in your philosophy


4. LOLLY WILLOWS

Lolly Willows, lost and found
Unearthed in a fable
Lolly Willows, 'round and 'round
Death's head in a ladle
Lolly Willows, not a sound
A hare in the stable
Lolly Willows, nether-bound
The devil's at her table

Lolly Willows - she won't love you
Lolly Willows, lost and found
Lolly Willows - she won't love you
But we hope she's coming 'round

Lolly Willows, lost and found
Unearthed in a fable
Lolly Willows, 'round and 'round
Hop flowers for ale
Lolly Willows, gone to ground
Unwilling, unable
Lolly Willows, nether-bound
The devil's at her table

Lolly Willows - she won't love you
Lolly Willows, lost and found
Lolly Willows - she won't love you
But we hope she's coming

Lolly Willows - she won't love you
Lolly Willows, lost and found
Lolly Willows - she won't lovе you
But we hope she's coming


5. POWERS OF DARKNESS

When the light begins to pale
See the dance of the thresher's flail
We've sure had a lovely time
Lately, lately

It comes in waves, it comes inside
Its ebb and flow is like a lunar tide
Now the sky is falling
Something from the void is calling
Whispering a promise of strange delights

Powers of darkness rise
Let the night come alive
Powers of darkness
Raise your hands to the Mother of Sighs

Persephone the flower queen
For winter's thaw her coming's just the thing
Well, she hasn't been on time
Lately, lately

The end is ever drawing nigh
Without light life's not easy on the eyes
Take your leave
Find us where the shadows meet
What awaits us on the other side?

Powers of darkness
End of times, endless night
Powers of darkness rise
Raise your hands to the Mother of Sighs

You know that something's wrong
When the curtain's drawn away
Oh, will you wander on
And in the darkness learn the secrets of the grave?

Powers of darkness rise
Let the night come alive
Powers of darkness
Raise your hands to the Mother of Sighs

Powers of darkness
End of times, endless night
Powers of darkness rise
Raise your hands to the Mother of Sighs


6. THE BONFIRES AT BELLOC COOMBE

When you hear laughter in the night
Do you find safety 'til first light?
Hear tell of strange things in the air
There's naught like them, not anywhere (anywhere)

Changelings pass before our doors
Then disappear into the moors
They dance like mad before their fires
And seldom keep to daylight hours
On they fly without a care
At odds with life, and oddly rare
For on this night it's goblin faire
A dance macabre from yesteryear

Dance to the fires at Bеlloc Coombe
Yes, we'vе seen them
In their doom
Dance to the fires at Belloc Coombe
Yes, we've seen them
In their doom
Dance to the fires at Belloc Coombe
Yes, we've seen them
In their doom
Dance to the fires at Belloc Coombe
Yes, we've seen them
In their doom

I've lived here now gone forty years
And since you ask me what I think
I'd say it's wise to stay quite clear
And that it's better yet to drink
If you have a strong desire
You'll see them at this late-night hour
Take yourself into the mire
So long, my friend, behold their fires

Dance to the fires at Belloc Coombe
Yes, we've seen them
In their doom
Dance to the fires at Belloc Coombe
Yes, we've seen them
In their doom
Dance to the fires at Belloc Coombe
Yes, we've seen them
In their doom
Dance to the fires at Belloc Coombe
Yes, we've seen them

Life is a game
Whatever remains
We'll let the world away
Only leave us here
To while away our days

Life is a game
The devil away
Red wine for the bacchanal
Only leave us here
To while away our days

Dance to the fires at Belloc Coombe
Yes, we've seen them
In their doom
Dance to the fires at Belloc Coombe
Yes, we've seen them
In their doom
Dance to the fires at Belloc Coombe
Yes, we've seen them
In their doom
Dance to the fires at Belloc Coombe
Yes, we've seen them


7. WIDDERSHINS

Light, with no reason
Night, as mad as the dawn
Flight into endless stars
Falling back right where you start
While walking widdershins

Light, it's not season
Night, when you come around
Bright as the dazzling sun
Who's to say? What will you come upon?
While walking widdershins


8. HECATE

Canopy of coils
Made of barberry grates
Grab a piece and give a hand
'Fore it's too late

Harvesting, like souls
Foaming roots while we wait
Boxed in bronze and incanted
Over Hekate

And if you think they'll be there forever
You're a fool
And if you wish to reap them
You should be here too

Haven't you heard?
Chorus over out there
Cutting vines

Canopy of coils
Made of barberry grates
Grab a piece and give a hand
'Fore it's too late

Magic in the earth
Every leaf has its wraith
Boiling time of itself
Blood, flesh and scrapes

And if you think they'll be there forever
You're a fool
And if you wish to reap them
You should be here too

Haven't you heard?
Chorus over out there
In the fields 'til the night of the day
Cutting vines


9. MOSSY WOOD

She lay down in the mossy wood
In the town of Gorran Haven
And the bells rang out to save her

All spare hands, they came out to look
They came searching for the maiden
In the grounds of Gorran Haven

She lay down in the mossy wood
In the town of Gorran Haven
And the bells rang out to save her

Her dress soaked up the mossy dew
To the sound of woeful cries
And the sun began to rise

The townsfolk were talking in a tone so hushed
Of a talе, of a town, of Gorran Haven where a maidеn was taken
By the beckoning winds from the south
The darkness stepped in and enveloped her form
She struggled a little, not lived there a strongman that could pry her
From the tightening grip of her fate

Now she's dancing and laughing with tears aflame
In the darkness she is luminous
In the place whence she was taken
In Gorran Haven
Lays a stone inscribed "Fare Thee Well"


10. SONG OF THE MORROW

As we're alive, know the olden gods survive
On this beach between two silent seas
The bathers play, with their backs to me
A darkling tune, I hear but cannot see

I hear the sound of piping in the wind
It's a song of the morrow

Years start slipping through my head
With new days dawning
Hearing phantoms in the wind
I hear them calling

Is it Pan, whose piping in the sand
Breaks the tide, and thrills me that I flee?
It's time I sought to borrow
As the day dies, comes the morrow
Before we're ready to see

I hear the sound of piping in the wind
It's a song of the morrow

I am the spirit of dark and lonely waters

Years start slipping through my head
With new days dawning
Hearing phantoms in the wind
I hear them calling