Fan the flames of hate and despair

summon the song of revenge

to be danced with bitter cursing feet...

all of ye... dance with me the song  to avenge

the name of the lass o the glens

avenge my besmirched honour

curse the day of his birth

he.. who so carelessly profaned

a lass 

beyond his ken and worth

Circle the flames 3 times round,

yea, three times round again,

cursed shall he be

his soul never free

of the pain of his inhuman folly

By rowan and holly

may our dancing feet

crush his life into dust

Take the profane

into the flames

and cleanse this lass

of his wounds

Burn out the hatred

sear away scorn

from his bitter lying mouth

Leaving his bones to smolder alone

under a blanket of good clean earth

Dance into freedom,

Dance into joy, 

Dance away all of the hurt

Never again in wood or in glen

Shall the cruel  Black Thane be heard..

his lying tongue... silenced forever

by the red haired lass

with the dancing feet

and the shattered heart... 

never  to dance again..

She dwells there still in sunlight and shadow

beyond mere mortals ken

lass of the woods

witch of the earth

silenced forever..

deep in the haunted glen

cupping the ashes of her love...

she wanders bog and fen

seeking the heart

lost forever

that long dark night in the glen