Hymn of the Forestmaw

"In the night the skeletal rider, Jeremiah rides.
Unsung by the Lyran people, Skjadi truly prides.
A hobgoblin that's like no other, Forestmaw will rise.
His commanding intuition leads thy to demise.

Azijuko is a travesty, blasphemy it's fed.
Builds its buildings, shrines, and temples on the backs of dead.
Piling up the once set bodies, and then set ablaze,
Now their nobles shall not ever 'scape his mighty gaze.

De dy fiddly-i di dee, dee di fiddly-i dee
De dy fiddly-i di dee, dee di fiddly-i dee
De dy fiddly-i di dee, dee di fiddly-i dee
De dy fiddly-i di dee, dee di fiddly-i dee

In the night the skeletal rider, Jeremiah rides.
Unsung by the Lyran people, Skjadi truly prides.

The Wu family killed his brethren, revenge now he seeks.
Sliced and hanged his wife so innocent, havoc now he wreaks.
Mist and brimstone with bray so fierce chilling as it's heard.
Screams and panic at his presence, actions undettered.

'Til his people know their earned rest, hatred is embraced,
Bringing down the unjust tyranny, sins now they must face.
Forestmaw will bring them agony, plight, and much dismay,
Like his fierce bones, white and bare their skins now he will flay.

De dy fiddly-i di dee, dee di fiddly-i dee
De dy fiddly-i di dee, dee di fiddly-i dee
De dy fiddly-i di dee, dee di fiddly-i dee
De dy fiddly-i di dee, dee di fiddly-i dee

In the night the skeletal rider, Jeremiah rides.
Unsung by the Lyran people, Skjadi truly prides.
A hobgoblin that's like no other, Forestmaw will rise.
His commanding intuition leads thy to demise."

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Accompanied by Kevin Macleod's Folk Round