
Date of issue: 05.01.2010
Song language: English
Black Annis/Jardin de Lumiere |
By the ancient walls of Leicester town |
follow the winding pathway down |
don’t linger for a minute or an hour |
when the black moon is riding high |
and the wind is screaming 'cross the sky |
'tis the art of the Witches power |
she’s fey cursed they say beware you’ll rue the day |
that you strayed to Black Annis' bower |
If you’re on Dane Hills in the dead of night |
be sure to hold your luck stone tight |
for they say that the blue face hag waits near |
and from the Earth where the leaves lie dead |
she’ll arise from her wintery bed |
and with her darkness feed upon your fear |
but the old crone is wise she’ll shape-shift before your eyes and move her |
spirit through the atmosphere |
For Black Annis is my name |
and now that you’ve heard of my fame |
it’s with a lack of understanding you may slight me |
for they say that I’m mad howling wild |
but I am the earth mother’s child |
and I walk with the elements around me |
don’t forget that I the crone am much older that you know |
shake the shadows from your mind and harken to me |
maiden, mother, crone I be another aspect of the three |
so bide your time until I call for thee |