Saturday, 13 December 2008


The ancient fire festival will be celebrated with the burning of wood on the winter solstice this Sunday 21st December

Please join us and burn some wood for yule

Yule Horror 

by H. P. Lovecraft

There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un- hallowed and old.

There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sin's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule- altar fungous and white.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the sick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.


  1. How about 'Kasms Of Eastwick'n for an album title??


  2. nice lyrics ! who's are they by again