MISCHIEF BREW LYRICS

"Devil's Toast"

The devil was the land
Crafted by the hand
And chased out of the pastures into forests grand
And there you'll hear the notes
If you stop to drink this toast
You'll be dancing to the reeds of Pan
And the clergy of today
Will try to lead you away
Into dungeons, set you to work counting days
And yet you shall invoke
All the names of cunning folk
Yearning for the sun in a darkened age

Today our gods are seen
So greedy, how they bleed
They've been busy digging graves for eternity's seed
The farmer is the man
He scatters on his land
Their handiwork, he takes no heed
While prancing 'round the oak
Is the merriest of folk
Laughing like an ass at our wild west jokes
So beware, all fey
His passions are great
They've been bottled up and grown threefold

The duel of man against mystery

Among the village folk
Such wild tales were told
But ways did change as the church, it stole
Earth spirits, stone and seed
Turned sex to greed
And took the face of a musical goat

The devil was the land
Forest, sea, and sand
Now we can barely stand
Or use these tender hands

The duel of man against mystery
Which shall revel in its victory?
The duel of man against mystery

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