Polkageist by Skyclad Lyrics
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 tighter than 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
And overcome this polkageist
Arms of ivory-strummed perfection summoned 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 tighter than 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
And overcome this polkageist
[The Horny Huntress:]
"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 tighter than 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
And overcome this polkageist
Polkageist
She is my polkageist
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 tighter than 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
And overcome this polkageist
Arms of ivory-strummed perfection summoned 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 tighter than 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
And overcome this polkageist
[The Horny Huntress:]
"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 tighter than 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
And overcome this polkageist
Polkageist
She is my polkageist