Harrower of the Dark

Oh prowler through the dark
One who haunts out barrows
Hoards underground to heat in cold
Old harrower of the dark
The scourge of the people
Marauding round the heath
And desolate fens
With its cruel eyes
Haunting the marches
Under a cloud of murk
In off the moors
Hunting for a prey
Across the dismal waste
A shadow
Of growing fear