Polkageist! - Skyclad

One day whilst out exploring in some far flung foreign corner

I took respite from my journey to admire the local fauna

When from the twilight distance a peel of bells and laughter

Set my heart-strings fluttering like bats through chapel rafters

On entering a clearing I did sense impending peril

Beheld a Gypsy wench with flashing eyes bright, sharp and feral

She smiled at me so sweetly, bit a lip that smacked of danger

Gave a look fit to disarm this poor, unwitting stranger

Her rhythm pounced upon me

It trounced me in a trice

That charm she wove about me

Gripped me tighter than any vice

She spoke in tongues above me

Though I cast my eyes to Christ

You’d need the virtue of a saint

To not succumb

And overcome this polkageist

Arms of ivory-strummed perfection summoned me toward the middle

Pan warmed up his pipes, heard Herne a-plucking at the fiddle

She wrapped herself about me, felt her hot breath at my ear

Danced a horizontal polka down the path to Hell I fear

We’re on a path to Hell I fear!

Her rhythm pounced upon me

It trounced me in a trice

That charm she wove about me

Gripped me tighter than any vice

She spoke in tongues above me

Though I cast my eyes to Christ

You’d need the virtue of a saint

To not succumb

And overcome this polkageist

«A spirit sent to haunt you

Taunting all your earthly days

Satyrs vaunt cavorting

To the reel Cernunnos plays

I head our wild procession

Every beast from man to mouse

Finds freedom in possession

Polkageist is in the house!»

Juice of fruit beyond forbidden

Dripping slowly from her fingers

She took my hand and led me

To that place where cunning lingers

Her rhythm pounced upon me

It trounced me in a trice

That charm she wove about me

Gripped me tighter than any vice

She spoke in tongues above me

Though I cast my eyes to Christ

You’d need the virtue of a saint

To not succumb

And overcome this polkageist

Polkageist

She is my polkageist