The Fiddler

The celebration was raging Out in the barn The women were lustful And the men were frothing at their mouths The mead was flowing And spirits were high Little did they expect That all of their deaths were nigh A goat-footed fiddler Hieratically clothed Trod across the threshold No iron to keep him out As he began playing No one could resist They all started dancing Ensnared by Satan's fist They danced like madmen Overcome by the light of the moon His tunes were not of this world And would not cease any time soon They danced like possessed As if the ground was ablaze Burning with hellfire Dancing in a rabid craze Dance! Dance, little devils Under my spell, at my command As night went on The dancing grew more intense Their feet began blistering Their bones started to ache The fiddler decided It was time to leave By the snap of his fingers They followed him towards to the creek Down, down Follow the tune of the fiddler Down, down Follow me into the cold, dark waters Down, down Dance in my devilish wake Down, down Down into hell Down into hell Dance! dance, my pretties Dance 'til your feet are rent As they arrived at the creek A young girl awoke from the trance She tried to break the circle But the fiddler caught her glance She cried out for Jesus Christ: "Forgive me, let me repent!" But the fiddler had taken his hold And into the creek they went As water entered their lungs They finally knew That if you dance with the Devil The Devil dances with you