In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 13.5) BONUS
#17 of In the Service of Mystery
More extras! This is based on an ancient folk song called the 'Lyke Wake Dirge'.
In the world of ItSoM it is one of the ritual chants of the pagans of the Amble Valley - a call and response chant. Father Francis will have to face this down later on.
What are they offering, to "the god"? What other ancient dangers lurk in the seemingly idyllic Amble Valley?
Wild guesses in the comments are positively encouraged!
This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
This offering of thy soule.
When thou from hence away art past,
Every nighte and alle,
To the god's house art come at last,
This offering of thy soule.
If e'er thou gavest hosen and clout,
Every night and alle,
Sit thee down, thy veil put on,
This offering of thy soule.
From the god's house thou shalt not leave,
Every nighte and alle,
The Brig o' Dread be thy surcease,
This offering of thy soule.
Banishèd is prieste and churche,
Every nighte and alle,
Purging fiere shalle clean thy bones,
This offering of thy soule.
Thy fur shall blanche, thy bones shall dry,
Every nighte and alle,
Offer of thy puritie,
This offering of thy soule.
This ae nighte, this ae nighte
Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
The god shalle eat thy soule.