Don't say I didn't warn you.
"The Ghost Song" - The Doors
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon,
Beside an ancient lake
"The Battle of Evermore" - Led Zeppelin
The drums will shake the castle wall,
the ringwraiths ride in black, Ride on ...Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back.
"Sympathy For The Devil" - Rolling Stones
The devil is in Mick Jagger's lyric, written from Lucifer's own perspective. The opening track on 1968's Beggars Banquet has since been covered often, notably by Blood Sweat & Tears (my personal favorite version,) Ozzy Osbourne, and Guns N' Roses.
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game.
Just as every cop is a criminal,
And all the sinners saints,
As heads is tails,
Just call me Lucifer
'cause I'm in need of some restraint.
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
Who wouldn't be creeped out?
"This House Is Haunted" - Alice Cooper
I was sitting in my room, dark and gray and crying
Someone in my life, I fear, was at the point of dying
A cold wind blew right up my spine, it was the break of dawn
A little voice way deep inside told me she was gone
"Wicked Annabella" - The Kinks
Credit for this one goes to Classic Rock Forum member Schol49, who says, "the one which scared me most was the dark hints behind the lyrics of 'Wicked Annabella'" which is on The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society. No kidding!
In a dark and misty house,
Where no Christian man has been,
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew
That no one's ever seen.
Don't go into woods tonight,
'Cause underneath the sticks and stones
Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella
Waiting just to carry you home
Big black shape with eyes of fire
Telling people their desire
Satan's sitting there, he's smiling
Watch those flames get higher and higher ...
Child cries out for his mother
Mother's screaming in the fire
Satan points at me again
Opens the door to push me in
"Swamp Witch" - Jim Stafford
Blackwater Hattie lived back in the swamp
where the strange green reptiles crawl.
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees
like sausage on a smokehouse wall;Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes
and all of 'em watchin' you;
Stay off the track of Hattie's shack
in the back of the Black Bayou.
"Legend Of Wooley Swamp" - Charlie Daniels Band
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That make a strong man die from fright.
Things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground.
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around.
The moral of this story: be careful who you rob and kill when you're near a swamp in a place with a name like Booger Woods.
"Werewolves of London" - Warren Zevon
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain ...Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
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