Dagon Lake by Jessica Law Lyrics
Jimmy Steer the fisherman
Was walking by the shore
Where he beheld his kinsfolk dear
And watched them weep and mourn
There they clutched a covered corpse
In tears they cradled him
“By the lake his soul was claimed
Alas, he could not swim
He should not have sailed on Dagon Lake
For strange things happen there
Voices from other worlds arrive on the air.”
Down Jim ran and asked of them:
“What poor dead soul lies here?”
No sooner had they noticed him
Than they recoiled in fear
“What hateful apparition are you?
What strange hound of hell?”
“I am no ghost, here, take my hand
You'll see I'm safe and well.”
“If you are my husband.” proclaimed his wife
“Then what is this dead wraith?
For under this sheet you'll see your very own face
I know you have no brother
And I know you have no twin
Yet here are your same shaving scars
That mark this changeling's chin.”
“It's true I sailed on Dagon Lake
Though I saw nothing strange
My hand was cut and drops of blood
Did mingle with the waves
I fear that the lake made this mirror of me
I'm glad that drowned he be
If I'd have known how to swim then so might he
Madeleine, she craved a friend
And strongly she could swim
Willingly she cut her hand
And let the blood fall in
Later on that night she heard
A knock upon her door
And how the wraith recoiled in fear
When Madeleine it saw
“Why do you sit in my chair?” it cried
“Why do you weave my loom?
Devil, be gone, or I am forced to slay you.”
Was walking by the shore
Where he beheld his kinsfolk dear
And watched them weep and mourn
There they clutched a covered corpse
In tears they cradled him
“By the lake his soul was claimed
Alas, he could not swim
He should not have sailed on Dagon Lake
For strange things happen there
Voices from other worlds arrive on the air.”
Down Jim ran and asked of them:
“What poor dead soul lies here?”
No sooner had they noticed him
Than they recoiled in fear
“What hateful apparition are you?
What strange hound of hell?”
“I am no ghost, here, take my hand
You'll see I'm safe and well.”
“If you are my husband.” proclaimed his wife
“Then what is this dead wraith?
For under this sheet you'll see your very own face
I know you have no brother
And I know you have no twin
Yet here are your same shaving scars
That mark this changeling's chin.”
“It's true I sailed on Dagon Lake
Though I saw nothing strange
My hand was cut and drops of blood
Did mingle with the waves
I fear that the lake made this mirror of me
I'm glad that drowned he be
If I'd have known how to swim then so might he
Madeleine, she craved a friend
And strongly she could swim
Willingly she cut her hand
And let the blood fall in
Later on that night she heard
A knock upon her door
And how the wraith recoiled in fear
When Madeleine it saw
“Why do you sit in my chair?” it cried
“Why do you weave my loom?
Devil, be gone, or I am forced to slay you.”