And I do walk upon Wan's Dyke
And I do survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands+
For I am Wodan,
Though, some call me Hermes,
Some call me Roman Mercury,
God of cargos,
God of weather,
Hanging God of boundaries,
Hanging God of Gibbet Hill
Killing God of hidden doorways.

Spinning the yarn from Wansdyke to Silbury
Spinning the taelbook, telling the tale
Telling the tellbook to all and sundry
Keltiberians and Irish Gael
Then I hear camp followers bellow afar
Their shrieking lament for Johnny Guitar:

"Look to the farthest far horizon
Look to the bloodlust deepest scar
Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising
For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar

There be the ditch that you shall die in
Here be the wall that I shall cry on
Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel
This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel."

Look to the north a quick mile yonder
Look to our Yggdrasilbury
Look to the Saxon chasing Viking
Look to the Norman chasing Saxon
Look to the German chasing German
German German German German
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar

"Play your gloom axe Stephen O'Malley
Sub bass clinging to the sides of the valley
Sub bass ringing in each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom."

To rage in sound this valiant despair
Doom and gloom as each a splendid pair
To rage in sound the valiant despair:

Not Abraham,
Not Moses
And not Christ
Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
Not Attis
Not Mohammed,
But to hilltop Thor
We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don't blame the messenger,
Don't blame the messenger,
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don't blame the messenger.
Don't blame the messenger,
For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.

And I stood upon Wan's Dyke
And I did survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands...

And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched
And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck
And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest
Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself

My Wall My Wall caught in the thrall of my Wall
My Wall My Wall caught beneath the thrall of my Wall.

Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O'Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.

Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall

Mothers to your bosoms,
Grab your child and sing,
As to your breasts cascade and sing:
Brothers and fathers,
Down to the thing in the middle of the town
To judge at the thing

These the effeminate priests of Frey
That don their drag
And shriek through the day
That drag their God through the muddiest fields
Spilling seed to raise the yields
These the odd castrated womb-men
On this onerous land of no men

There the infernal priestess of Freyja,
These her people layer on layer
Then the infernal priestess of Freyja
Visiting the farms
The seething seer
Visiting the farms
And rarely leaving
Mounting the tumulus
The people grieving
Dodens doddering dead and dying.

Hear the modest priests of Ing
Who's harkening always let us sing
That let's us free our tightest waistband
Let's us fertilise our own land
Spunked entire nations from one phallus
Spunked the vegetation into being
Spilled the super seed into the one day superceded earth.

Old Mother Fucker
She was a cocksucker
To give her poor family a home
Went down on their ding song
And drank for a sing song
But ended her sad life alone.

Around the church in Yatesbury the dead
Lie scattered underneath the sacred yew
As Sheila the Witch attending Sunday prayer
Praises a God but never tells them who
And from my Wall observing Sheila the Witch
Praises her God but never explaining which.

And every Monday night by the light of Moon
Those Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells

And Doggen can testify to my claim
That the Christians of Yatesbury are Christian in name
But their stomping pounding actions attest
To their Christianity happiest at rest
And Doggen who played at the John Stewart Hall
Can attest that its keeper is the heathenest of all
Is a shapeshifter tending to her hogweed hidden
And her dear Paul wallows in the village pond nay midden

For all of us are boundaried by Wan's Dyke at the west
And the great world hill which spies us and can never let us rest
Bringing on Iranian Mithra
From its home beneath the east
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall

Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall

Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O'Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom...

Don't blame the messenger of gloom,
Don't blame the messenger of doom,
For this be the Ragmarockingest aeion
In stillness O'Malley and Anderson play on... play on... play on...



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  • +2
    General CommentWell I spent about an entire day just trying to decode this song. So I'l post the lyrics up and in parenthesis I'l add what I've uncovered.:

    And I do walk upon Wan's Dyke
    (It's actually Wansdyke. A defensive earthwork ditch dug in England a REAL long time ago.)
    And I do survey the land
    And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands

    For I am Wodan,
    Though, some call me Hermes,
    (Woden was also identified as Hermes.
    Some call me Roman Mercury,
    (The Romans identified Woden as their god Mercury.)
    God of cargos,
    God of weather,
    Hanging God of boundaries,
    Hanging God of Gibbet Hill
    Killing God of hidden doorways.

    "Look to the farthest far horizon
    Look to the bloodlust deepest scar (refering to Wansdyke maybe?)
    Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising
    For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar

    There be the ditch that you shall die in (the Wansdyke)
    Here be the wall that I shall cry on
    Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel (inside the giant hill, Silbury, Antler and Ox bones were found, so I'm guessing this song suggests that mound of dirt was where they dumped all the dirt it took them to dig the Wansdyke. And I suppose theyre saying it was dug with antler and ox bone shovels.)
    This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel."

    Look to the north a quick mile yonder
    Look to our Yggdrasilbury (An Yggdrasil is like, a giant "ash tree" which represented like, Hell, Heaven, and Earth in Norse Mythology.)
    Look to the Saxon chasing Viking
    Look to the Norman chasing Saxon
    Look to the German chasing German
    German German German German
    Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
    For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar

    Not Abraham,
    Not Moses
    And not Christ
    Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
    Not Attis
    Not Mohammed,
    But to hilltop Thor (I'm pretty sure Woden was Thor's father. Woden was also known as Odin.)
    We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
    Look to the farthest far horizon
    Don't blame the messenger,
    Don't blame the messenger,
    Look to the farthest far horizon
    Don't blame the messenger.
    Don't blame the messenger,
    (Sounds like someone reporting bad news to a higherarchy?)
    For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
    For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.
    (Ragnarock is the apocalypse of the Norse Gods.)

    And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched
    (There was a king named Vikar, and whenever his time to be sacrificed to the yggdrasil came up, he got someone to replace him, so its like "His arms outstretched" means getting people to do it for him."
    And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck
    (He was finally hung on the tree."
    And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest
    Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself
    (Maybe it's saying that, everyone got sacrificed regardless of social status and "Grim Misunderstanding" makes it sound as though they didn't really know why they were being hung as sacrifices on the tree.)

    These the effeminate priests of Frey (The god Frey, twin to the goddess Freyja, He was the kinder of the 2.)
    That don their drag
    And shriek through the day
    That drag their God through the muddiest fields
    Spilling seed to raise the yields
    These the odd castrated womb-men
    On this onerous land of no men
    (Sounds like Frey's disciples were trying to help people)

    There the infernal priestess of Freyja, (The jerk twin.)
    These her people layer on layer
    Then the infernal priestess of Freyja
    Visiting the farms
    The seething seer
    Visiting the farms
    And rarely leaving
    Mounting the tumulus (Tumulus is an ancient grave mound)
    The people grieving
    Dodens doddering dead and dying. (as in, the preistesses were hurting people because Freyja was the Goddess of Death in Norse Mythology.)

    Hear the modest priests of Ing (Ing was an alias for Frey)
    Who's harkening always let us sing
    That let's us free our tightest waistband (Sounds like the priests took stress off the people they visited.)
    Let's us fertilise our own land
    Spunked entire nations from one phallus
    Spunked the vegetation into being
    Spilled the super seed into the one day superceded earth. (This is just talking about how they helped start nations, a Phallus is another term for a Penis. So it's like they helped these nations in the name of Frey and the "Super seed" is like, maybe what the townsfolk of the said villages viewed as like, Divine help from a god? Since a "Seed" could be an actual seed or, figuratively of course, the start of something.)

    Old Mother Fucker
    She was a cocksucker
    To give her poor family a home
    Went down on their ding song
    And drank for a sing song
    But ended her sad life alone.
    (Sounds like someone talking about a Women that Whored herself to keep her and her family alive. Ending in a tragic death. The second to last line in this verse sounds like she got drunk and lost it all perhaps?)

    Around the church in Yatesbury the dead
    Lie scattered underneath the sacred yew
    As Sheila the Witch attending Sunday prayer (Sheila is slang for a Women. So this is no witch in particular, just a female witch)
    Praises a God but never tells them who
    And from my Wall observing Sheila the Witch (My wall perhaps being the heavens in which Woden [which sounds like the narrarator in this song] AKA Odin, Hermes, Roman god Mercury resides?"
    Praises her God but never explaining which.

    And Doggen can testify to my claim
    That the Christians of Yatesbury are Christian in name
    But their stomping pounding actions attest
    To their Christianity happiest at rest
    And Doggen who played at the John Stewart Hall
    Can attest that its keeper is the heathenest of all
    Is a shapeshifter tending to her hogweed hidden
    And her dear Paul wallows in the village pond nay midden
    (Doggen is like, a holy man that lived somewhere in asia or something like that and it sounds like Woden is saying that everyone that lives in Yatesbury thinks is a Christian town but there might be a cult that remains hidden? Since Heathen means "One who is Irreligious.")

    For all of us are boundaried by Wan's Dyke at the west (Wansdyke was also used as a Border between lands)
    And the great world hill which spies us and can never let us rest (Silbury perhaps?)
    Bringing on Iranian Mithra (The war god Mithra was from a Religion practiced in Iran)
    From its home beneath the east (The Middle East, perhaps?)

    Anyway, that's all i could come up with. There's obviously chunks missing, but that should help put this song together.
    Repthon July 22, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General CommentTheLonging: fortunately, nobody did ask you.
    diss1on June 12, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General CommentWhat

    The

    Hell
    Pelicanon April 24, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commentshort lyrics ;)
    btw Sunn O))) kicks ass
    ENion April 27, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentA stream-of-consciousness description of listening to Sunn 0)))!
    Cynothoglyson July 05, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentwow. that helped A LOT! seriously! Sunn O))) is pretty confusing if you're not willing to do research. thanks for your findings.
    harsh-noyzon October 30, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentTo sum up:
    its basically about Pre-christian England.
    Ddaduttaon January 28, 2008   Link
  • -3
    General Commentwhat
    TheLongingon August 10, 2010   Link
  • -3
    General Commentthis also has not so subtle references to Sunn O))) themselves, which is kind of lame if you ask me.
    TheLongingon September 19, 2010   Link

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