Such sights have I seen,
That, if they were written,
Men’s hair would stand on end,
And sleep would depart from them
For ever.
The Mother
Jeremiah, what do you mean?
The end draweth near; the end!
Evil appeareth out of the north,
Such sights have I seen,
That, if they were written,
Men’s hair would stand on end,
And sleep would depart from them
For ever.
The Mother
Jeremiah, what do you mean?
The end draweth near; the end!
Evil appeareth out of the north,