Devil's Hoofprints from Frore Yarn by The Rowan Amber Mill

Gathered here around the glow, beseech the gods to let it snow. That we may see where the Devil roams, his footprints laid into the snow. By this sign to be forewarned, to keep such evil from our door.
The cold bites hard let it be so, the Devil’s hoofprints laid into the snow.
Let the snow cover the ground, the whitest sheet lay all around.
Pure and crisp and let it show, the Devil’s hoofprints in the snow.

To traverse these roofs and boughs, all his tricks not claim ourselves.
The truth will out and let it show, the Devil’s hoofprints laid into the snow.

With hoofprints not from game nor fowl, laid unto the mighty towers.
Guided here from far below, his hoofprints laid into the snow.
Of all the tricks the Devil played, the hoofprints were his first mistake.
The cold bites hard let it be so, the Devil’s hoofprints laid into the snow.

Let the snow cover the ground, the whitest sheet lay all around. Pure and crisp and let it show, the Devil’s hoofprints in the snow. To traverse these roofs and boughs, all his tricks not claim ourselves. The truth will out and let it show, the Devil’s hoofprints laid into the snow.

The Devil will take many forms, painting our friends as our foes. With words that prey on deepest fears, sense reject it from our ears.

Let the snow cover the ground, the whitest sheet lay all around. Pure and crisp and let it show, the Devil’s hoofprints in the snow. To traverse these roofs and boughs, all his tricks not claim ourselves. The truth will out and let it show, the Devil’s hoofprints laid into the snow.

• Contemporary Folk
• Folk
• alt-folk
• folk horror
• folkadelica
• witchfolk
• United Kingdom