The Prophecy Prologue / Devell the Devell he is I swer God… Scene I by Cultes des Ghoules Lyrics
When the moon casts ominous glow
And wild winds blow
The dreary raven sings
To the rhythm of flapping wings
Dance their round the Three in silk
Ethereal, fair, and white as milk
The Three in cotton do the same
All Six call the Devil by his name
As long the church tower you can see
Six unholy sisters they will be
First Peasant
Devell, the Devell he is, I swer God
Malice, mischief, he kin dew al' of it
Skerry spells he kin kast, and he kin witch
All sorts of badness like Devells dew
Second Peasant
'Tis true, 'tis true, he can call imps at will
And hev power over 'em and command
Make 'em work his fields wen he drink his ale
First Peasant
The wicked bastard, he told me one day
If I don't bring 'im my money and beer
He will witch my horse and will blight my crop
The Grocer's Wife
Then you paid in vain, I'm afraid my dear
No witchcraft could make your nag more stupid
Everybody
Ahahahahahah!
The Miller
Ha! The Devil himself he may not be
But with the Devil he danced at midnight
Deep in the marshlands, where the deuce abodes
And powers ungodly he was granted
Powers over both Man and Animals
The Smith
Bollocks! Old George ain't no Devil, you chumps
Neither his powers I call ungodly
Many good deeds he's done for this village
Many poor folks he's cured, good old George has
My wife, poor thing, was saved from pain of warts
The Grocer
Aye, he's right, Old George helped me, too, once
And he wanted nothing in return, no
But his piercing eyes can make you tremble
All his countenance and voice, deep and hoarse
Make me believe all the stories I heard
Like that of the night at St Nicholas church...
The Grocer's Wife
Fairy tales of old drunk, all well know his vice!
Foolish talk disturbs the peace of our guest
A gentleman well-learned that I can tell
Hoping for some food and shelter, I'm sure
Looking not for creepy superstitions
The Mason
Many thanks may be laid upon your hands
Good woman, but fear not about my peace
For in fact, I've travelled to Canewdon
To meet the Cunning Man you speak of
The Miller
Why would you do that, sir, if I may ask?
The Mason
To seek for a piece of advice I need
And to discuss a few other matters
The nature of which I was forbidden
To disclose
The Smith
Are you of the masons, sir?
I can see your ornaments and weapon
And that fine signet ring, all bear features
Of no ordinary craftsmanship...
The Mason
Yes, I'm a Rosicrucian, a member of
Societas Rosicruciana in Anglia
I'm here to consult Mr. Pickingill
Whom many of us hold in high esteem
However, I would really like to hear
More of your intriguing stories, please
First Peasant
Toad-wytche, a toad-wytche he is, the Devell
The Mason
A Toad-witch? And what's that if I may ask?
First Peasant
You ketch a hoppin' toad and bury it
In a Black Ants' nest till black-boones are left
Second Peasant
You serch a rare toad with a yellow ring
Round its neck, and take the bone to the brook
At midnight till the Devil come to you
And pull you over the water and then...
First Peasant
...you kin be a wytche and dew badness charms
The Mason
And what's the story with your local priest?
And wild winds blow
The dreary raven sings
To the rhythm of flapping wings
Dance their round the Three in silk
Ethereal, fair, and white as milk
The Three in cotton do the same
All Six call the Devil by his name
As long the church tower you can see
Six unholy sisters they will be
First Peasant
Devell, the Devell he is, I swer God
Malice, mischief, he kin dew al' of it
Skerry spells he kin kast, and he kin witch
All sorts of badness like Devells dew
Second Peasant
'Tis true, 'tis true, he can call imps at will
And hev power over 'em and command
Make 'em work his fields wen he drink his ale
First Peasant
The wicked bastard, he told me one day
If I don't bring 'im my money and beer
He will witch my horse and will blight my crop
The Grocer's Wife
Then you paid in vain, I'm afraid my dear
No witchcraft could make your nag more stupid
Everybody
Ahahahahahah!
The Miller
Ha! The Devil himself he may not be
But with the Devil he danced at midnight
Deep in the marshlands, where the deuce abodes
And powers ungodly he was granted
Powers over both Man and Animals
The Smith
Bollocks! Old George ain't no Devil, you chumps
Neither his powers I call ungodly
Many good deeds he's done for this village
Many poor folks he's cured, good old George has
My wife, poor thing, was saved from pain of warts
The Grocer
Aye, he's right, Old George helped me, too, once
And he wanted nothing in return, no
But his piercing eyes can make you tremble
All his countenance and voice, deep and hoarse
Make me believe all the stories I heard
Like that of the night at St Nicholas church...
The Grocer's Wife
Fairy tales of old drunk, all well know his vice!
Foolish talk disturbs the peace of our guest
A gentleman well-learned that I can tell
Hoping for some food and shelter, I'm sure
Looking not for creepy superstitions
The Mason
Many thanks may be laid upon your hands
Good woman, but fear not about my peace
For in fact, I've travelled to Canewdon
To meet the Cunning Man you speak of
The Miller
Why would you do that, sir, if I may ask?
The Mason
To seek for a piece of advice I need
And to discuss a few other matters
The nature of which I was forbidden
To disclose
The Smith
Are you of the masons, sir?
I can see your ornaments and weapon
And that fine signet ring, all bear features
Of no ordinary craftsmanship...
The Mason
Yes, I'm a Rosicrucian, a member of
Societas Rosicruciana in Anglia
I'm here to consult Mr. Pickingill
Whom many of us hold in high esteem
However, I would really like to hear
More of your intriguing stories, please
First Peasant
Toad-wytche, a toad-wytche he is, the Devell
The Mason
A Toad-witch? And what's that if I may ask?
First Peasant
You ketch a hoppin' toad and bury it
In a Black Ants' nest till black-boones are left
Second Peasant
You serch a rare toad with a yellow ring
Round its neck, and take the bone to the brook
At midnight till the Devil come to you
And pull you over the water and then...
First Peasant
...you kin be a wytche and dew badness charms
The Mason
And what's the story with your local priest?