paroles de chanson The Story Of The Last Jenny Horne (feat. Serj Tankian) - Serj Tankian , Sonya Belousova
On
the
northern
edge
In
the
highland
green
Jenny
made
her
home
Found
a
love
so
true
Bore
a
child
so
fair
Fortune
there
was
sewn
But
on
solstice
nights
She
would
leave
her
home
When
a
calling
came
On
the
stones
of
Loth
Gathered
with
her
kind
'round
the
fire
Beltane
In
the
darkest
wood
By
the
seas
of
scorn
The
story
is
told
Of
the
last
Jenny
Horne
Where
the
Deil
does
reign
Not
a
soul
is
saved
The
witch
turns
to
ash
And
the
wind
makes
her
grave
Many
maidens
fair
Came
to
join
the
dance
From
across
the
land
But
the
Finders
eye
Saw
this
evil
craft
Of
a
witches
hand
Country
wrought
with
fear
And
the
King
would
see
All
the
Godless
slain
Those
like
Jenny
Horne
Risking
all
they
had
For
the
Devil's
game
In
the
darkest
wood
By
the
seas
of
scorn
The
story
is
told
Of
the
last
Jenny
Horne
Where
the
Deil
does
reign
Not
a
soul
is
saved
The
witch
turns
to
ash
And
the
wind
makes
her
grave
First
her
skin
was
bare
Blackened
by
the
tar
Feathers
filled
the
air
Dragged
by
her
feet
All
the
folk
would
watch
Jenny
in
the
square
She
would
be
the
last
Of
her
Highland
kind
To
face
the
brutal
fate
As
flames
arose
'round
our
Jenny
Horne
Then
her
soul
escaped
In
the
darkest
wood
By
the
seas
of
scorn
The
story
is
told
Of
the
last
Jenny
Horne
Where
the
Deil
does
reign
Not
a
soul
is
saved
The
witch
turns
to
ash
And
the
wind
makes
her
grave
In
the
darkest
wood
By
the
seas
of
scorn
The
story
is
told
Of
the
last
Jenny
Horne
Where
the
Deil
does
reign
Not
a
soul
is
saved
The
witch
turns
to
ash
And
the
wind
makes
her
grave
In
the
darkest
wood
By
the
seas
of
scorn
There
no
soul
is
saved
Legend
once
was
told
Of
our
Jenny
Horne
Now
the
wind
makes
her
grave
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