Lyrics by Shannon Creamer, music Francis McPeake
Shannon did it again. Last year, she filked the filk, “Do Virgins Taste Better” and turned it into a pirate song for my upcoming album Dragons vs. Pirates. Now she's turned “Wild Mountain Thyme” into a song about undead. Will the madness ever stop!?
Oh, the twilight is upon us
And the nighttime is a fallin’
And the crucifixes are waitin’
All around the silent gravestones
Will ye turn, lassie, will ye turn?
And go drink the blood forever
And embrace all the evil
Gathered in the darkenin’ nether
Will ye turn, lassie, will ye turn?
If my true love becomes an undead
I will surely find another
And then will stake my true love
In a big blooming dust flower
Will ye turn, lassie, will ye turn?
And go drink the blood forever
And embrace all the evil
Gathered in the darkenin’ nether
Will ye turn, lassie, will ye turn?
Oh, the twilight is upon us
And the nighttime is a fallin’
And the crucifixes are waitin’
All around the silent gravestones
Will ye turn, lassie, will ye turn?
And go drink the blood forever
And embrace all the evil
Gathered in the darkenin’ nether
Will ye turn, lassie, will ye turn?
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