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The toadstone, also known as bufonite (from Latin bufo, "toad"), is a mythical stone or gem that was thought to be found in the head of a toad. It was supposed to be an antidote to poison and in this it is like batrachite, supposedly formed in the heads of frogs. Toadstones were actually the button-like fossilized teeth of Lepidotes, an extinct genus of ray-finned fish from the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods. They appeared to be "stones that are perfect in form" and were set by European jewellers into magical rings and amulets from Medieval times until the 18th century. more »

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Sunny Sunday morning, John decides it's much too nice to stay inside 
As the church is filling, people gathering in worship for their prayers 
John takes up his fishing rod and bait 
There'll be no church for him today 
He knows just where the fishing's good 
So down the road he makes his way 

Walking straight towards him; hooded figure, hunched and wretched ancient crone 
Leaves him a warning, telling him no good can come from missing church 
Feelings of revulsion fill his soul 
The witch's warning just ignored 
The arrogance of youth prevails 
And hubris grows in the young lord 

Though the weather's fine the fish won't bite 
The river shows no signs of life 
But as the church bell starts to chime 
John feels a tugging on his line 

Reeling in his catch eager for his prize 
His heart sinks in his chest he can't believe his eyes 
An eel like creature swinging from John's line 
It's narrow snake like head smooth with holes of nine 

The witch returning 
To bring fresh warning 
And down the well 
He casts the beast 

So many years go by and John goes off to war 
Leaving his green hills for the sand 
Atoning for his trespasses against god's law 
Crusading in the Holy lands 

Now free from the well 
Foul creature of hell 
Vast slithering form 
Save us from the worm 
Our cattle and sheep 
Our children it eats 
Once taken its fill 
It coils 'round the hill 

No one has the strength or courage 
Keen enough of mind and cunning 
Many try and many fail 
Every time the worm prevails 

Each valiant attempt is foiled 
Dismembered body parts rejoin 
Appease the beast through sacrifice 
Can no one free us from the worm? 

So John returns to his home soil 
And what he sees makes his blood boil 
The harvest of the demon's seed 
The product of his own misdeeds 

Although he's weary from his fight 
John resolves to put it right 
No longer may this evil feast 
For John will slay this vicious beast 

No longer spurning 
The witch's learning 
And in her wisdom 
Lies his solution 

To be victorious you must confront your fears 
Have faith that what you do is right 
You must cover your armour in the heads of spears 
And in the river you must fight 

But heed my warning 
Upon your glory 
A curse will be unleashed upon your family name 
For Nine generations next 
Unless the next life that you come across is slain 
They all will suffer in their deaths 

John prepares his armour and he tells his father 
I will blow my hunting horn once victory's secured 
Then you'll release my favourite hound 
And I'll strike the creature down 
As long as it's the first 
We'll avoid this evil curse 

The menacing foul creature slithers 
To do battle in the river 
Wraps it's self around the young man 
Crushing like a giant python 

Each time the worm attempts to squeeze 
His armour cuts it and it makes it bleed 
Sliced flesh is falling in the river 
Washed downstream can't join back together 

As he hears the horn 
John's father's overcome with joy 
Runs to meet his Son 
Forgetting all about the curse 
John cannot complete his task 
He wont slay his father 
When he kills his hound it is too late 
And the curse he fails to break

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