“The lonely mountains o’er,
And the resounding shore,
A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament;
From haunted spring and dale,
Edged with poplar pale,
The parting genius is, with sighing sent.”
“And as he rode over the more,
He had seen a lady where she sat
Between oaks and a green hollow;
She was clad in red scarlet.
“Then there as should have stood her mouth,
Then there was set her eye;
The other was in her forehead fast,
The way that she might see.
“Her nose was crook’d and turn’d outward,
Her mouth stood foul awry;
A worse-form’d lady then she was,
Never man saw with his eye.”
This woman, old, poor; from the world’s ill usage rendered malicious,
Is charged with the evils lashing upon kindred
Look upon her, now! Look upon her works, and despair!
See her now better - scratched and gouged - With no skin left to be laid bare, a pale sight!
Three times in a trembling accent she’d wail
With a keen scythe behind her
Heaviest thing I’ve heard all year along with Altarage. Okay I’ve been listening to this record for the past two weeks and it just gets better and better. Dissonant grooves galore Jacob Ballance