Well I spent about an entire day just trying to decode this song. So I'l post the lyrics up and in parenthesis I'l add what I've uncovered.:
And I do walk upon Wan's Dyke
(It's actually Wansdyke. A defensive earthwork ditch dug in England a REAL long time ago.)
And I do survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands
For I am Wodan,
Though, some call me Hermes,
(Woden was also identified as Hermes.
Some call me Roman Mercury,
(The Romans identified Woden as their god Mercury.)
God of cargos,
God of weather,
Hanging God of boundaries,
Hanging God of Gibbet Hill
Killing God of hidden doorways.
"Look to the farthest far horizon
Look to the bloodlust deepest scar (refering to Wansdyke maybe?)
Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising
For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar
There be the ditch that you shall die in (the Wansdyke)
Here be the wall that I shall cry on
Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel (inside the giant hill, Silbury, Antler and Ox bones were found, so I'm guessing this song suggests that mound of dirt was where they dumped all the dirt it took them to dig the Wansdyke. And I suppose theyre saying it was dug with antler and ox bone shovels.)
This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel."
Look to the north a quick mile yonder
Look to our Yggdrasilbury (An Yggdrasil is like, a giant "ash tree" which represented like, Hell, Heaven, and Earth in Norse Mythology.)
Look to the Saxon chasing Viking
Look to the Norman chasing Saxon
Look to the German chasing German
German German German German
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Not Abraham,
Not Moses
And not Christ
Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
Not Attis
Not Mohammed,
But to hilltop Thor (I'm pretty sure Woden was Thor's father. Woden was also known as Odin.)
We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don't blame the messenger,
Don't blame the messenger,
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don't blame the messenger.
Don't blame the messenger,
(Sounds like someone reporting bad news to a higherarchy?)
For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.
(Ragnarock is the apocalypse of the Norse Gods.)
And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched
(There was a king named Vikar, and whenever his time to be sacrificed to the yggdrasil came up, he got someone to replace him, so its like "His arms outstretched" means getting people to do it for him."
And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck
(He was finally hung on the tree."
And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest
Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself
(Maybe it's saying that, everyone got sacrificed regardless of social status and "Grim Misunderstanding" makes it sound as though they didn't really know why they were being hung as sacrifices on the tree.)
These the effeminate priests of Frey (The god Frey, twin to the goddess Freyja, He was the kinder of the 2.)
That don their drag
And shriek through the day
That drag their God through the muddiest fields
Spilling seed to raise the yields
These the odd castrated womb-men
On this onerous land of no men
(Sounds like Frey's disciples were trying to help people)
There the infernal priestess of Freyja, (The jerk twin.)
These her people layer on layer
Then the infernal priestess of Freyja
Visiting the farms
The seething seer
Visiting the farms
And rarely leaving
Mounting the tumulus (Tumulus is an ancient grave mound)
The people grieving
Dodens doddering dead and dying. (as in, the preistesses were hurting people because Freyja was the Goddess of Death in Norse Mythology.)
Hear the modest priests of Ing (Ing was an alias for Frey)
Who's harkening always let us sing
That let's us free our tightest waistband (Sounds like the priests took stress off the people they visited.)
Let's us fertilise our own land
Spunked entire nations from one phallus
Spunked the vegetation into being
Spilled the super seed into the one day superceded earth. (This is just talking about how they helped start nations, a Phallus is another term for a Penis. So it's like they helped these nations in the name of Frey and the "Super seed" is like, maybe what the townsfolk of the said villages viewed as like, Divine help from a god? Since a "Seed" could be an actual seed or, figuratively of course, the start of something.)
Old Mother Fucker
She was a cocksucker
To give her poor family a home
Went down on their ding song
And drank for a sing song
But ended her sad life alone.
(Sounds like someone talking about a Women that Whored herself to keep her and her family alive. Ending in a tragic death. The second to last line in this verse sounds like she got drunk and lost it all perhaps?)
Around the church in Yatesbury the dead
Lie scattered underneath the sacred yew
As Sheila the Witch attending Sunday prayer (Sheila is slang for a Women. So this is no witch in particular, just a female witch)
Praises a God but never tells them who
And from my Wall observing Sheila the Witch (My wall perhaps being the heavens in which Woden [which sounds like the narrarator in this song] AKA Odin, Hermes, Roman god Mercury resides?"
Praises her God but never explaining which.
And Doggen can testify to my claim
That the Christians of Yatesbury are Christian in name
But their stomping pounding actions attest
To their Christianity happiest at rest
And Doggen who played at the John Stewart Hall
Can attest that its keeper is the heathenest of all
Is a shapeshifter tending to her hogweed hidden
And her dear Paul wallows in the village pond nay midden
(Doggen is like, a holy man that lived somewhere in asia or something like that and it sounds like Woden is saying that everyone that lives in Yatesbury thinks is a Christian town but there might be a cult that remains hidden? Since Heathen means "One who is Irreligious.")
For all of us are boundaried by Wan's Dyke at the west (Wansdyke was also used as a Border between lands)
And the great world hill which spies us and can never let us rest (Silbury perhaps?)
Bringing on Iranian Mithra (The war god Mithra was from a Religion practiced in Iran)
From its home beneath the east (The Middle East, perhaps?)
Anyway, that's all i could come up with. There's obviously chunks missing, but that should help put this song together.
Well I spent about an entire day just trying to decode this song. So I'l post the lyrics up and in parenthesis I'l add what I've uncovered.:
And I do walk upon Wan's Dyke (It's actually Wansdyke. A defensive earthwork ditch dug in England a REAL long time ago.) And I do survey the land And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands
For I am Wodan, Though, some call me Hermes, (Woden was also identified as Hermes. Some call me Roman Mercury, (The Romans identified Woden as their god Mercury.) God of cargos, God of weather, Hanging God of boundaries, Hanging God of Gibbet Hill Killing God of hidden doorways.
"Look to the farthest far horizon Look to the bloodlust deepest scar (refering to Wansdyke maybe?) Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar
There be the ditch that you shall die in (the Wansdyke) Here be the wall that I shall cry on Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel (inside the giant hill, Silbury, Antler and Ox bones were found, so I'm guessing this song suggests that mound of dirt was where they dumped all the dirt it took them to dig the Wansdyke. And I suppose theyre saying it was dug with antler and ox bone shovels.) This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel."
Look to the north a quick mile yonder Look to our Yggdrasilbury (An Yggdrasil is like, a giant "ash tree" which represented like, Hell, Heaven, and Earth in Norse Mythology.) Look to the Saxon chasing Viking Look to the Norman chasing Saxon Look to the German chasing German German German German German Here in the bloodlust deeper scar For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Not Abraham, Not Moses And not Christ Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed, Not Attis Not Mohammed, But to hilltop Thor (I'm pretty sure Woden was Thor's father. Woden was also known as Odin.) We rave and dance and weep and we implore: Look to the farthest far horizon Don't blame the messenger, Don't blame the messenger, Look to the farthest far horizon Don't blame the messenger. Don't blame the messenger, (Sounds like someone reporting bad news to a higherarchy?) For I am Death so Ragnarock with me For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me. (Ragnarock is the apocalypse of the Norse Gods.)
And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched (There was a king named Vikar, and whenever his time to be sacrificed to the yggdrasil came up, he got someone to replace him, so its like "His arms outstretched" means getting people to do it for him." And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck (He was finally hung on the tree." And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself (Maybe it's saying that, everyone got sacrificed regardless of social status and "Grim Misunderstanding" makes it sound as though they didn't really know why they were being hung as sacrifices on the tree.)
These the effeminate priests of Frey (The god Frey, twin to the goddess Freyja, He was the kinder of the 2.) That don their drag And shriek through the day That drag their God through the muddiest fields Spilling seed to raise the yields These the odd castrated womb-men On this onerous land of no men (Sounds like Frey's disciples were trying to help people)
There the infernal priestess of Freyja, (The jerk twin.) These her people layer on layer Then the infernal priestess of Freyja Visiting the farms The seething seer Visiting the farms And rarely leaving Mounting the tumulus (Tumulus is an ancient grave mound) The people grieving Dodens doddering dead and dying. (as in, the preistesses were hurting people because Freyja was the Goddess of Death in Norse Mythology.)
Hear the modest priests of Ing (Ing was an alias for Frey) Who's harkening always let us sing That let's us free our tightest waistband (Sounds like the priests took stress off the people they visited.) Let's us fertilise our own land Spunked entire nations from one phallus Spunked the vegetation into being Spilled the super seed into the one day superceded earth. (This is just talking about how they helped start nations, a Phallus is another term for a Penis. So it's like they helped these nations in the name of Frey and the "Super seed" is like, maybe what the townsfolk of the said villages viewed as like, Divine help from a god? Since a "Seed" could be an actual seed or, figuratively of course, the start of something.)
Old Mother Fucker She was a cocksucker To give her poor family a home Went down on their ding song And drank for a sing song But ended her sad life alone. (Sounds like someone talking about a Women that Whored herself to keep her and her family alive. Ending in a tragic death. The second to last line in this verse sounds like she got drunk and lost it all perhaps?)
Around the church in Yatesbury the dead Lie scattered underneath the sacred yew As Sheila the Witch attending Sunday prayer (Sheila is slang for a Women. So this is no witch in particular, just a female witch) Praises a God but never tells them who And from my Wall observing Sheila the Witch (My wall perhaps being the heavens in which Woden [which sounds like the narrarator in this song] AKA Odin, Hermes, Roman god Mercury resides?" Praises her God but never explaining which.
And Doggen can testify to my claim That the Christians of Yatesbury are Christian in name But their stomping pounding actions attest To their Christianity happiest at rest And Doggen who played at the John Stewart Hall Can attest that its keeper is the heathenest of all Is a shapeshifter tending to her hogweed hidden And her dear Paul wallows in the village pond nay midden (Doggen is like, a holy man that lived somewhere in asia or something like that and it sounds like Woden is saying that everyone that lives in Yatesbury thinks is a Christian town but there might be a cult that remains hidden? Since Heathen means "One who is Irreligious.")
For all of us are boundaried by Wan's Dyke at the west (Wansdyke was also used as a Border between lands) And the great world hill which spies us and can never let us rest (Silbury perhaps?) Bringing on Iranian Mithra (The war god Mithra was from a Religion practiced in Iran) From its home beneath the east (The Middle East, perhaps?)
Anyway, that's all i could come up with. There's obviously chunks missing, but that should help put this song together.