Lammas Eve 1940

Like our forebear holy elder coven
Did defending all the isle
From Bony twelve pound cannonball
Artillery and the volley

We gathered in New Forest proper
To begin the call command
And in our fire forged the weapon
To fright the mind of Hitler

You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come

And we afire with right of wisdom
Do deploy the cone of power

Like our forebear holy elder coven
Did defending all the isle
Of the whole of the Armada
Objuration of witches’ lips

We converge the cone of power
Towering high into the night
Powered by our antique rhythm
And yearning for the moon

You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot glide
You will not come, you won’t prevail
You cannot come, over water come
You cannot float, you cannot

We writhe around the fire naked
And target the putrid Nazi core
Our cone of power, we let it free
To rend the fascist sunder

Like our forebear holy elder coven
Did defending all the isle
We expel you and do defend
Our home and turf upon this Earth

Whether sea, or sand, or forest snow
You may not cross the boundary
Between your hate and the world
Cursing you to live within your skull

Live within that coffin
And hear no more the wind
Passing without the box
Bearing the whisper of our hex