The Lamp of Thoth - An Oath Sworn on the Ashlar Stone

An eerie night bathed by moonlight on the Keighley Moors
A strange troop of men climb the hill again: folk lock their doors
Lamps on the hillside – burning flames under crooked trees
And the old rock flaunts its silence in the winter's breeze

Come in child; don't let the devil in – hark not that lonely evil
These are strange times in which we dwell

Chorus:
The Dark Brothers in the mist,
Follow the lull of their secret tryst,
For the great god Jarbulon
An oath sworn on the Ashlar stone

Light the fire and I'll tell you a tale of the times long past,
When the rock was still so ancient; there druids sat
In times of old in Brigantia's foldwhen the Celts held sway
The great rock stood and drank their blood on the solstice day

And in the Dark Age time when the Vikings arrived the dark rock saw
Infernal rites held to the skies and the lord of war,
And I heard tell there that under Norman's glare
The Knights Templar came
To pray to the baphomet and their dark covens make

Its been many years since sabbats on the hill they reigned
And witches laughed through the hoary nights
devils to raise
The grey stone sits in silence but its shadow looms
And called the souls of evil men towards their dooms