1. AGAINST THEE WICKEDLY

Partake in this feast and dance exquisite
You've heard of his ilk, now leave this ball
And pray that you do not hear the whip

Of Dullohan, no lock or gate can stop the horseman
Frightfully bathed in luminescence
Dimly lit, hideous grin

Infamous spectre
Ride!

Drunk from your celebration night, you've wandered far and out of sight
He's watching from betwixt the trees
He's called your name for the last time
Inhale the stench of forest slime
Wonder if it is just a dream

Whip down your back
fade into black
Black!

Slain!
Dragged before this malevolent being
The taste of iron, it seeps through your skin

Chilled to the bone, you're frozen solid
An unforgiving night
Old flesh adorns the wagon pulled over it ever so tightly
A sprite of Crom Dubh, astride his steed of skeleton
Ye treasurists beware, no sum of gold, nor jewels can protect thee

Drunk from your celebration night, you've wandered far and out of sight
He's watching from betwixt the trees
He's called your name for the last time
Inhale the stench of forest slime
Wonder if it is just a dream
Chilled to the bone, you're frozen solid
An unforgiving night
Old flesh adorns the wagon pulled over it ever so tightly
A sprite of Crom Dubh, astride his steed of skeleton
Ye treasurists beware he rides

Against Thee Wickedly