Tales Of The Sussex Weald; Part 1 (The Legend Of The Devil's Dyke)

[Mostly instrumental, some whispered, echoing, unintelligible spoken word in the second half]

Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026

IN TIMES FORGOTTEN, THE DEVIL CAME TO VIEW THE SUSSEX WEALD HE FOUND THAT CHUCHES HAD BEEN BUILT BEHIND THE OCEAN SHEILD. THE DEVIL, ANGERED AT THIS WORK, DID FORM A MIGHTY PLAN ; TO FLOOD THE QUIET VILLAGES AND KILL ALL CHRISTIAN MAN. THE BELLS PEALED, THE WITCHES BURNED BUT THE DEVIL DIDNT STRIKE. ONE DAY HE'LL RETURN TO COMPLETE THE MIGHTY DEVIL'S DYKE. THE DEVIL HE BEGAN TO DIG, A PATH UNTO THE SEA. BUT TOO LONG DID HE TARRY THERE, AT FIRST LIGHT, HAD TO FLEE. NEVER RETURNING TO HIS WORK, THE CHURCHES STAND IN PLACE. A MIGHTY CREVICE HE DID LEAVE, TO WARN OF OUR DISGRACE. THE BELLS PEALED, THE WITCHES BURNED BUT THE DEVIL DIDNT STRIKE. ONE DAY HE'LL RETURN TO COMPLETE THE MIGHTY DEVIL'S DYKE

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Chanctonbury Ring<br/> The ancient scene<br/> <br/> Circle the trees<br/> Seven times<br/> Anticlockwise<br/> Chanting rhymes<br/> The dark lord<br/> Will then appear<br/> He will strike<br/> Traditions [?] fear<br/> <br/> The gathered gods appear and sing<br/> The dark spirits of Chanctonbury Ring<br/> I hear them sing<br/> On Chanctonbury Ring<br/> <br/> Summer solstice<br/> The sun goes down<br/> Venture to<br/> That hilltop crown<br/> See the fires<br/> Burning bright<br/> The witches dancing<br/> Through the night<br/> <br/> The gathered gods appear and sing<br/> The dark spirits of Chanctonbury Ring<br/> I hear them sing<br/> On Chanctonbury Ring<br/> <br/> Invisible forces haunt that place<br/> Approach with care and silent grace<br/> And speak as one who paid the fee<br/> To the devil who haunts that ring of trees<br/> <br/> Chanctonbury Ring

Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026

The Bury...<br/> <br/> Cissbury Ring where the ancients sing, of gold and battle ground [?]<br/> Not too far from this mighty hill a robber's grave is found<br/> Executed for his wrongs fairy tales sing of the crime<br/> Swearing that he'd never rest, above the ground did climb<br/> <br/> Buried several times at least<br/> Before the corpse could stay,<br/> Exhumed, never laid to rest, <br/> His curse lingers to this day.<br/> His presence felt and feared,<br/> On the road to Harrow hill,<br/> The unmarked grave of the helpless soul--<br/> Travelers' paths are shadowed still.<br/> <br/> Hey diddle derry, let's dance on The Bury<br/> On the bones of the highwayman<br/> Pay no heed to the grievous soul <br/> That haunts with the beacon clan[?]<br/> <br/> On Cissbury's ring

Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026

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Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 18, 2026