Sidhe of the Barrow

Hark the herald's horn in the hollow

Stark in Stygian half-light

It calls to restless Sidhe to ride this night

Bestride the Western wind, black wings darken sky

Briarthorns twist and writhe, choke augurs cries

One shrill blare from horn resounding

I feel my doom draw closer

Dancing wights bathed in wraithlight

Fell us as wheat, O' host of the restless Sidhe of the Barrow

Six of wounds to cast on you

Shades of Sluagh jeer

Unforgiven dead, almost here

Descend on Western wind, howling cloaked in drear

Anoint the taken in evergreen ash & tear

One shrill blare from horn resounding

I feel my doom draw closer

Dancing wights bathed in wraithlight

Fell us as wheat, O' host of the restless Sidhe of the Barrow

Final blare from horn resounding

I feel my doom is here

Dancing wights bathed in wraithlight, blood harvest moon

Fell us as wheat, O' host of the restless Sidhe of the Barrow