Maw of the Rift Lyrics

Sylvan scenes of Dean Wood Valley
Hear the calling of the rook
Echoing, the tree-clad slopes
And the babbling of the brook
Under Persephone’s seduction
The farmer works the soil
Benison for the day
After Autumn’s toil

Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift

Walking by the waterfall
A force fed from Noon Hill
Slippery slopes and branches
A bracing winter’s chill
Towards the sanctuary
Climbing over stile
Dark and twisted path
Encounter with Belial

Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift
Maw Of The Rift

Running to the safehouse
Through the door he flew
Met by unbelievers
Though all he said was true

He sat down by the fireplace
Stricken ghostly pale
Recalling all of his story
And supping lots of ale

Turning down the path
Of which his tale was told
Three months down the line
A horror would unfold

The wanderer returned
He tried to catch his breath
But where he saw Old Hob
He fell down to his death