Wanted to write a scary story - kind of a fast folk, maybe a bit punky... I was listening to The Pogues when I started writing. Some of the language is a bit archaic, I hope I did this tastefully. There's no "wherefore art thou, heathen" or anything like that
Melody already set
There's a heathen at the well again
The same one as before
She came straight out of hell, my friend
Angel of demon spawn
Her head is full of hatred
Her soul is full of blood
Her mouth knows only the taste
Of sodden graveyard mud
Go to the church and ring the bell
Let it sing its awful knell
Tell everybody you can tell
There's a heathen at the well
I met her once in the black of night
She turned up at my door
To see her smile was a cruel delight
It begged me to know more
Her soul was full of love
Her head was full of wine
Her mouth whispered sinful things
Of her body being mine
Go to the church and ring the bell
Let it sing its awful knell
Tell everybody you can tell
There's a heathen at the well
She dissappeared soon after
As a flame from a spent match
From the fireplace I heard laughter
From the sky a sudden crack
Inhuman chanting filled the air
And cast on me a curse
"Your lover will be back again
She'll join you in the hearse"
Go to the church and ring the bell
Let it sing its awful knell
Tell everybody you can tell
There's a heathen at the well
I owe my soul to the devil
I owe my soul to the devil
I owe my soul to the devil
I owe my soul to the devil
I owe my soul, my soul to the devil oh Lord