Will you come to the merry wake,
oh for your lover's sake.
Bonnie St Kentigern stands upon the line
Mixing the gunpowder into the wine
Fixing our liquor in baptismal basins
Choirs of liars are silently keening
The gospel of woman, the mirror at home
Religion that rose from the sewers of
Venerable Lucian, a nobleman,
The whole of the kingdom is
Sons against fathers and fathers
against sons collar to shoulder,
thy moon to shepherd near,
never was heard such confusion of tones.
In hour of mayhem, in time of misgiving
But we'd rather sport with
and lay down your burdens
The queen of the unseen abodes
She'll dance a dark morse
The ranton and the shaker
and the wife of the quaker
Under the cypress trees all join as
The scribes and the clerics
and turn with their shams
Be merry until they heretically perish then
Ascend on their merits or
And the Lord lends his everlasting arms
In an answer to your little prayers
And the worm that devours
a new world will rise from the lens of evil.
Won't you come to the merry wake,
To the merry wake, my bonnie mae?
Won't you to the merry wake,
To the merry wake, my bonnie mae?
To the merry wake for your lover's sake,
You always own me a cock stride away.
To the merry wake, bonnie lassie
To the merry wake, bonnie mae
New world is on the outcrops right away
Da dee da dee dee dee da dee dee dee dee dee
da dee dee dee dee da dee dee dee dee
The world is only a clock straight away you