bitterly For my quiet Lovely girl who was bethrothed to me as a child. Do you remember the nights when you and I Were under the blackthorn tree, »
The Unquiet Grave Planeshift
by Rakoth
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The night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of the frost
Thanks be to Jesus
We did what was right
And your maiden head still »
I Am Stretched on Your Grave Fernanda Relax
by Sinéad O'Connor
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a fortuitous hand indeed! (This could eclipse even Blackthorne's discoveries in Antarctica!)
Wagered by a grizzled mariner (in whose weary rum-addled gaze »
Invocations Beyond the Outer-World Night The Chthonic Chronicles
by Bal-Sagoth
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drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to
Smother then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born cut
A stout blackthorn to banish ghosts »
The Rocky Road to Dublin Sing Loud, Sing Proud
by Dropkick Murphys
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Fragmentary delusional recollections from within the confines of Grimm's Hold Sanitarium:
When Blackthorne returns from his expedition »
Unfettering the Hoary Sentinels of Karnak The Chthonic Chronicles
by Bal-Sagoth
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Drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin »
Rocky Road to Dublin Birds & Beasts
by Connemara Stone Company
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mother,?Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,?Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,?I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost »
The Rocky Road to Dublin/Kid on the Mountain Gaelic Storm
by Gaelic Storm
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blackthorne upon his return from the Peruvian expedition... or mayhap Stone if ever the poor wretch regains his sanity...
Stygian gramarye, etched with »
Six Score and Ten Oblations to a Malefic Avatar The Chthonic Chronicles
by Bal-Sagoth
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the Bay of
Biscay on the morrow. I was not always called by this name, you know... To
you, I am Caleb Blackthorne, battle-scarred master of an English »
When Rides the Scion of the Storms Battle Magic
by Bal-Sagoth
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