Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Weird of Finistere, artist - Blood Ceremony. Album song Lord of Misrule, in the genre Date of issue: 24.03.2016
Record label: Rise Above
Song language: English
The Weird of Finistere |
| The stars, the stars are much maligned |
| And hidden from the day |
| At night a darkling fiend |
| Upon our sleeping village preys |
| It looms in |
| From neighb’ring wood |
| From thickets wan and grey |
| And from the first |
| We’ve known not rest |
| A single day |
| At night, at night, a crimson light |
| Within the manor home |
| It grows inside with naught to hide |
| And takes on ghastly form |
| As pale as death, its face a mask |
| Of terrors dreamed in flame |
| Valet and maid, they would not stay |
| The lord has flown away |
| He’s flown away |
| Oh, one by one |
| Its menace spun |
| Throughout this shadow bower |
| Here I remain, though rent in twain |
| Alone in my last hour |
| The Weird, the Weird of Finistere |
| Now here within my home |
| I fell its stare |
| And meet its glare |
| Its shadow my own |
| The Weird, the Weird of Finistere |