• bir skyclad $arkisi. bir dans ce$idi olan polkayi poltergeist kelimeleri ile adaptasyonu tum $arkiya yansir. guzeldir ritmiktir.
  • one day whilst out exploring in some
    far-flung foreign corner, i took respite
    from my journey to admire the local fauna
    when from the twilight distance a peel of
    bells and laughter, set my heart-strings
    fluttering like bats through chapel rafters
    on entering a clearing i did sense
    impending peril, beheld a gypsy wench
    with flashing eyes bright, sharp and feral
    she smiled at me so sweetly
    bit a lip that smacked of danger
    gave a look fit to disarm
    this poor, unwitting stranger

    her rhythm pounced upon me
    it trounced me in a trice
    that charm she wove about me
    gripped me tight as any vice
    she spoke in tongues above me
    though i cast my eyes to christ
    you'd need the virtue of a saint
    to not succumb - overcome this
    polkageist

    arms of ivory strummed perfection
    summond me toward the middle
    pan warmed up his pipes
    heard herne a plucking at the fiddle
    she wrapped herself about me
    felt her hot breath at my ear
    danced a horizontal polka
    down the path to hell i fear

    we're on a path to hell i fear

    her rhythm pounced upon me
    it trounced me in a trice
    that charm she wove about me
    gripped me tight as any vice
    she spoke in tongues above me
    though i cast my eyes to christ
    you'd need the virtue of a saint
    to not succumb - overcome this
    polkageist

    a spirit sent to haunt you
    taunting all your earthly days
    satyrs vaunt
    cavorting to the reel cernunnos plays
    i head our wild procession
    every beast from man to mouse
    finds freedom in possession
    polkageist is in the house

    juice of fruit beyond forbidden
    dripping slowly from her fingers
    she took my hand and led me
    to that place where cunning lingers

    her rhythm pounced upon me
    it trounced me in a trice
    that charm she wove about me
    gripped me tight as any vice

    she spoke in tongues above me
    though i cast my eyes to christ
    you'd need the virtue of a saint
    to not succumb - overcome this
    polkageist.
  • (bkz: poltergeist)
  • mükemmel skyclad $arkısı.folkemon albümündedir.
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