The Devil's Kitchen Garden

They crept up from the graves on the east side

Beyond the plot of consecrated land

Such briars, unkempt, and heavy still abide

Untrimmed, uncared for, neither sown nor planned.

Beyond the plot of consecrated land

The village suffered the odd folk be laid

Untrimmed, uncared for, neither sown nor planned

Their lives were wild, their deaths too were not staid.

The village suffered the odd folk be laid

To rest in chains, or with a certain mark

Their lives were wild, their deaths too were not staid

Some had been staked, and all lay deep and dark

To rest in chains, or with a certain mark.

Who gathered brambles from the cursed plot?

Some had been staked, and all lay deep and dark

Wolfsbane lay on some breasts, and should it not?

Who gathered brambles from the cursed plot?

And was not cursed, as they were cursed therein?

Wolfsbane lay on some breasts, and should it not?

For none from hence were wanted back a'gi'n.

And was not cursed, as they were cursed therein

The first son sired by Cain, all Lilith's brood?

For none from hence are wanted back a'gi'n

Let them rest dark between Churchyard and wood.

The first son sired by Cain, all Lilith's brood

Those who to meet by night at the stones went

Let them rest dark between Churchyard and wood

Their ashes feed the mulch, their bones are pent

Those who to meet by night at the stones went

Let them sleep damned 'til Armageddon's passed

Their ashes feed the mulch, their bones are pent

'Til in that Lake of fire all such are cast

Where Satan writhes in agonies at last

Such briars, unkempt, and heavy still abide

'Til in that Lake of fire all such are cast

They creep up from the graves on the east side