Beltway Junkie - Elpsie's Croon Lyrics

In the Halls of the Morvens
The race-curse shall fail
When the Great Mountain heaves
And comes down to the vale
And the last of his race
The Sin shall bewail

Black toad's liver
Green snake's slime
Hazel sliver
Witches grime
White-tipt tail of coal-black cat
Rotted wing of vampire bat
Werewolf's tooth, and claw of rat
Simmer! simmer! simmer

For the curse of the Morvens
Shall utterly die
When a Raven, at midnight
By moonlight, hard-by
With the weight of a Forest
Shall easily fly

Maiden's fears
And suitor's moans
Dead girl's tears
And warlock's groans
Spirits' dust
From witches' broom
Drop of froth
From madman's spume
Ivy leaf
From crack of doom
Simmer! simmer! simmer

When the Tempter is weak
Beside Goodness and Grace
And the Wrong is atoned
In the very same place
Then shall Happiness fall
Upon Morven's dark race