The Ardent Watchman

Quiet my life, so peaceful in the day
I watch below the city gates, the children are at play
And I smile through all the morning

At dark my life so viciously awakens
By ghouls and demons of the night my dreams are taken
And I sweat though all the night

Now the warning bell throughout is sounding
Oh, it rings, it screams, it aches my head with pounding
And I watch through all the morning

The coming doom echoes,  I hear its thundering cry
The footfalls of ten thousand soon arrive
And I sharpen my blade through all the night

The time for blood has come and they are screaming
The dieing fall before me, their bile I am spilling
And I slaughter till the morning

Cold my life, the widows cry their mourning
The crows they peck they peal from the abhorring
And I will bury dead through all the night

Maiden of the Clover Field

She lay in silent beauty unseen
Red dress bleeding upon the green
Sun warms her pale skin so fair
Soft wind combs through auburn hair
A sight to force the hardest heart to yield
Oh, the fair maiden of the clover field

It was a cold, sickly night when they stole her away
They flew far and sold her, to cruel King of the Fey
Her Love rode through darkness and searched long in vain
Oh never again would he feel such insufferable pain
At last he arrived at gates bitter and torn
And was fast turned away, flesh by arrow was shorn
With a cry he begged they let his Love home
And received naught but laughter that chilled to the bone

That night like a thief he bested the walls
Crept to the tower and wandered its halls
He found her asleep his maiden so fair
Combed his hand gently through beautiful hair
She awoke with a start and tore fast away
For behind him there stood the King of the Fey
With cruel laughter mocking, the Fey withdrew blade
Her silent tears fell, begging His wrath to be stayed

They lay in silent beauty unseen
Red hearts bleeding under the green
Cold now is their pale skin so fair
Forever in twine lay their blood soiled hair
A thought to force the hardest heart to yield
Oh, the slain lovers beneath the clover field

Ever Restless Sleep

Ever Shadow reaches for me

Causes my heart to fall into her keep

Black Dream follows, Silent Cry echos

Oh their dread under my bed awaits 

To awaken Ever Restless Sleep

Ever Shadow crawls and creeps

Is made from countless tendril heaps

Black Dream consists of naught but air

A deathly breeding, brooding fear

Silent Cry a severed walking tongue

Runs about devouring our young

And Ever Restless Sleep

The mother of them all

They move to her every whim and call

She causes youth to fade and eyes to bleed

She is the ever piercing, itching seed