The Fen - Vampire

Adorned with the bruise of the love bite

With eyes from the goat of the swamp

Beware of the look in the dark night

From the shroomed up teenage romp

Led by the light of the fullmoon

To a site of forbidden disgrace

The procession of underage vixens

Start to dance in the open space

La!

La!

Hail to the goat of the old bog

Sancrus Wiru Akkha!

Rites in the face of the old bog

Gathered to kneel for the messenger

And the fury that lives in the ridge

They feast on the flesh of the sacrifice

Among the waters and swarms of midge

The roar of voluptuons fire

Leads the way with a distant-drone

The octopus under the mire

Comes to life every forth moon

La!

La!

Hail to the goat of the old bog

Sancrus Wiru Akkha!

Rites at the edge of the ancient bog