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The Head of Helier

by The Head of Helier

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Crowds have gathered to see justice done The harm felt is shared, chains of malice loosened From the granite spawned and to the rock he returns The bed of vraic beckons aside the crying gulls Was it luck? Or a rejection of one so vile? Geoffroi, leap again Never has one returned from the crooked pit Where visions of wicked, twisted wretches inspire obedience Yellowed teeth spread bare approaching death’s edge The beating of the greedy sea awaiting a crimson tide Was it luck? Or a rejection of one so vile? Geoffroi, leap again An awful smile darkly shining up from below Cries of disbelief in the face of defiance A solemn declaration of a sentence passed Before a final, fatal leap of faith Was it luck? Or a rejection of one so vile? Geoffroi, leap again No preservation in the deep Flesh and bones, stripped away No salvation he shall reap A life of sin, washed away They’ll never be the same No matter our retribution We should have protected them Instead we cast our negligence From Le Saut Geoffroi
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The sacred mills grind ever on, the old one's council spread By the cleansed vessels of the eye who tend the sailors’ dead To seek the well of slaughters’ secrets enraptured by the holy flame The Lord and Lady watch the wreck of steed upon the sea The ettin’s breath in killing-chants sets soul from body free The white-robed goddess drags the dead which follow to the well Their ashen skins are made anew beneath her rising yell The mother calls the risen dead into her darkened womb To the other world they crawl into the yawning tomb Then back they turn towards the Sun’s light with secrets in their ears On the ferry they emerge under the prince’s leer "Au Groüet Il y bait du lait; À La Pulente, Lé Dgiâbl'ye les tormente Et à P'tit Port Lé dgiâbl'ye y dort" Né v’chîn à la lavoir des dames, seyiz les beinv’nus au vot’ mort Aniet sera vot’ dernièthe Ach’teu est lé temp à Prier à vot Dgieu
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Onward roam out at dusk, air of sweetened ash Weary legs and weary head, beside the rock he rests Gleeing dreams, bride to be, nigh is the time of mercy But he knows not what awaits when he wakes He wanders far from home Her fears grow with woe Awoken by the song and dance of maidens toe to toe Falling to their spell he joins them, dancing all the night “I will return”!, he yells on his departure back There he proclaims his meeting with mother, maiden, crone He wanders far from home Her fears grow with woe She warns him not to go He does not heed her warning Là, touos les Vendrédis, nou donnait Bal Au Piton et à sa bande înfèrnale! Ch'tait un véthitabl'ye rendez-vous d'malîns; Satan, Chorchièrs, Démons ou Dgiâbliotîns He wanders far from home Her fears grow with woe She warns him not to go He does not heed her warning
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Weathered by poverty and cruel northern winds Fill your bellies with golden sand Isle of promises bread, beer and coin A purposeful, prosperous future Aboard the Minot’s Light 40 poor women’s souls Lit by candle, warmed by hope By the Ecrehous Out to the East Under the gaze of St. Martîn A splintered wreck Despite bloody toil Wrath on the rocks Pierre Des Femmes And those who could, they swam for their lives And those who could not, in the cruel sea they died "Eune niétchie d'zombinn'nie Et par les nièrs c'mîns, l'ouéthou veindra té qu'si ses grîns adgûss'lés happ'thont pouor t'égdachi R'touônner sus ses pas? Il est souotre té tréjous. I' n'y'a d'aut' d'êcappe à ch't' êmânue, l'ouéthou'
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Through wretched word of mouth and sleepless pursuit With blade and gunpowder, it was subdued and cast in irons Aboard the Josephine bound for captivity Alas the wicked journey cut short across le creux d’la Congre The shrieking amplified by le creux de vis Farmers above noting their constant dwindling stock A trail of bones leads to the morbid site Where no man dares to tread, be it day or night LDgiâbl'ye a des pids en chabots fouôrtchis coumme les pids d'eune vaque Eune longue coue atout un didget barbelé au but Des cornes sus l'haut d'la tête coumme un bichot Un visage coumme un bichot étout et san corps est couvèrt dé pé coumme eune biche

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released December 24, 2019

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The Head of Helier Jersey

Black Metal from Jersey, Channel Islands with songs in Jèrriais and English about local heritage and history.

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