The Story Of The Last Jenny Horne (feat. Serj Tankian)

On the northern edge
In the highland green
Jenny made her home
Found a love so true
Bore a child so fair
Fortune there was sewn

But on solstice nights
She would leave her home
When a calling came
On the stones of Loth
Gathered with her kind
'round the fire Beltane

In the darkest wood
By the seas of scorn
The story is told
Of the last Jenny Horne
Where the Deil does reign
Not a soul is saved
The witch turns to ash
And the wind makes her grave

Many maidens fair
Came to join the dance
From across the land
But the Finders eye
Saw this evil craft
Of a witches hand

Country wrought with fear
And the King would see
All the Godless slain
Those like Jenny Horne
Risking all they had
For the Devil's game

In the darkest wood
By the seas of scorn
The story is told
Of the last Jenny Horne
Where the Deil does reign
Not a soul is saved
The witch turns to ash
And the wind makes her grave

First her skin was bare
Blackened by the tar
Feathers filled the air
Dragged by her feet
All the folk would watch
Jenny in the square

She would be the last
Of her Highland kind
To face the brutal fate
As flames arose
'round our Jenny Horne
Then her soul escaped

In the darkest wood
By the seas of scorn
The story is told
Of the last Jenny Horne
Where the Deil does reign
Not a soul is saved
The witch turns to ash
And the wind makes her grave

In the darkest wood
By the seas of scorn
The story is told
Of the last Jenny Horne
Where the Deil does reign
Not a soul is saved
The witch turns to ash
And the wind makes her grave

In the darkest wood
By the seas of scorn
There no soul is saved
Legend once was told
Of our Jenny Horne
Now the wind makes her grave