Polkageist! Lyrics - Skyclad

One day whilst out exploring in some 

far-flung foreign corner, I took respite 

from my journey to admire the local fauna. 

When from the twilight distance a peel of 

bells and laughter, set my heart-strings 

fluttering like bats through chapel rafters. 

On entering a clearing I did sense 

impending peril, beheld a Gypsy wench 

with flashing eyes bright, sharp and feral. 

She smiled at me so sweetly 

(bit a lip that smacked of danger), 

gave a look fit to disarm 

this poor, unwitting stranger. 

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[Chorus] 

Her rhythm pounced upon me 

it trounced me in a trice. 

That charm she wove about me 

gripped me tight as any vice. 

(She spoke in tongues above me). 

Though I cast my eyes to Christ, 

you'd need the virtue of a saint 

to not succumb - overcome this 

Polkageist. 

Arms of ivory strummed perfection 

summond me toward the middle. 

Pan warmed up his pipes 

heard Herne a plucking at the fiddle. 

She wrapped herself about me 

(felt her hot breath at my ear); 

Danced a horizontal polka 

down the path to Hell I fear. 

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We're on a path to Hell I fear! 

[Chorus] 

Her rhythm pounced upon me 

it trounced me in a trice. 

That charm she wove about me 

gripped me tight as any vice. 

(She spoke in tongues above me). 

Though I cast my eyes to Christ, 

you'd need the virtue of a saint 

to not succumb - overcome this 

Polkageist. 

The Horny Huntress: 

"A spirit sent to haunt you 

taunting all your earthly days. 

Satyrs vaunt 

cavorting to the reel Cernunnos plays. 

I head our wild procession 

(every beast from man to mouse), 

finds freedom in possession 

Polkageist is in the house!" 

Juice of fruit beyond forbidden 

dripping slowly from her fingers, 

she took my hand and led me 

to that place where cunning lingers. 

[Chorus] 

Her rhythm pounced upon me 

it trounced me in a trice. 

That charm she wove about me 

gripped me tight as any vice. 

(She spoke in tongues above me). 

Though I cast my eyes to Christ, 

you'd need the virtue of a saint 

to not succumb - overcome this 

Polkageist.