From sand to glass upon a grave
A moth drawn to the light
Equine skull ascends its stave
Mari Llwd midnight
Bones of the dead down on their knees
Swathed in a pilgrims cloak
Pray tell me what this Devil sees
All through the mist and smoke

The dead at the window
The living feed
Beyond the veil of the Grey Mare
Pray tell me what this Devil sees

Now to let our Mari in
Her lust to join your feast
Hark, the hands of midnight
And the birthing of the beast

The dead at the window
The living feed
Beyond the veil of the Grey Mare
Pray tell me what this Devil sees

Prattling tusks of skulls
Beckons the banished poor
Lepers, thieves and drunkards, ha!
Not one escapes the gore
Undead hands awaken
Pendulums chain
In the night they pull the plough
Enraging dead men's pain

A frost to bind the bloodied pact
Cramps that claw the hand
Roaring fires of her flood
When forging glass from sand

The dead at the window
Death's caress
Beyond the veil of the Grey Mare
Ride on her hot breath
Gothic Pagan phantasm
Shatters the veneer
Dead men beyond the veil
Pestilential fear

Are you afraid?
Undead rise as cold frost
Starved of flesh and skin
Raise the skull, behold
Those brimstone flames within
Men of darkness, legion strong
Shudder without shame
Hatred for the holy songs
Bastard ballads bear no name

Broken within anguish
A wassailing so cruel
Fragment this thinning veil
Beyond the Mari Llwd