Comus – Song To Comus

British progressive folk band “Comus”.
Fourth track from their first album “First Utterance” (1971).

Official website: http://comusmusic.co.uk/

This is a very obscure band and a very obscure song.
I hope you like it :).

Bright the sunlight, summer day
Comus wakes, he starts to play
Virgin fair, smile so sweet
Comus’ heart begins to beat

Rise up Comus, sing your song
Bewitch the maiden, the day is long
Cast your spell, sweet music crack
Her virtuous shell

Enchanted damsel, curious ear
Comus’ music dispel all fear
Dainty feet, they skip so light
Comus laughs, soon comes the night

Through the forest, dark and deep
She follows Comus’ dancing feet
He moves away the mossy stone
Reveals the cave, Comus’ home

Comus stare, stare, stare
Comus glare, glare, glare
Comus bare, bare, bare

Comus rape, Comus break
Sweet young virgin’s virtue take
Naked flesh, flowing hair
Her terror screams, they cut the air
But no one hears her there

Comes the sunlight, summer day
Comus wakes, he starts to play

Chastity chaser
Virile for the virgin’s virtue
Excite her exciter
You better go
Before you bleed and he hurts you

He chased the chastle
You better leave
If you value your virtue
You better go
Before you bleed and he hurts you
You better leave
If you value your virtue

Virgin fair, smile so sweet
Comus’ heart begins to beat
Enchanted damsel curious ear
Comus’ music dispel all fear

Through the forest, dark and deep
She follows Comus’ dancing feet
He moves away the mossy stone
Reveals the cave, Comus’ home

Misty air, air, air
Comus glare, glare, glare
Comus bare, bare, bare

Chastity chaser
Virile for the virgin’s virtue
Excite her exciter
You better go
Before you bleed and he hurts you

He chased the chastle
You better leave
If you value your virtue
You better go
Before you bleed and he hurts you
You better leave
If you value your virtue

Hymen hunter, hands of steel
Cracks you open
And your red flesh peel
Pain precurior, eyes of fire
Pierce your womb
And push still higher

Comus rape, Comus break
Sweet young virgin’s virtue take
Naked flesh, flowing hair
Her terror screams, they cut the air
But no one hears her there

Comes the sunlight, summer day
Comus wakes, he starts to play.