Drangey Consecrated - Down I Go

Prowling giants cross the fjord

Turn to stone when faced with the sunrise

Jagged cliffs jut skyward;

home to puffin, guillemot, raven

Fearless men descend the cliffs

Severed ropes send them to their maker

Whether threadbare or intact, fate provides the same consequences

Torn apart while plunging to a watery grave in the ocean

Every bone is brokn.

Dashed upon the jagged rocks of Drangy

I will come and consecrate this cursed island

Rid this cliff of malevolent forces

Send me down to consecrate this cursed cliff face

Lower me and bring the holy water

Threads away from plunging to a watery grave in the ocean

Hasty consecration, dangled from the jagged rocks of Drangey

Wretched hand, get thee away.

Haul me up swiftly

Save me from this hairy-handed bastard!

Prowling hunters scale the cliffs

Fell to sea when faced with the knife edge

Jagged cliffs jut skyward;

home to puffin, guillemot, raven

I see a rope, I see a man, and then I reach for my knife, clasped in my hairy

fingers

I try to cut;

one strand, two strands.

Who do you think you are?

The wicked need a place of their own too

The birds collect on heathen ground