Doomsday 2008 - Photo Gallery

Ye princes of hell, open your gate
And let my folk forth go.

Thou wicked fiend, let be thy din!

My sorrow is all for that sight
That I did see,
How Christ, my master, most of might
Is dead from me!

I see two sit where we wend to
In white clothing

What! Out! Alas! What shall I say?
Where is the corse that herein lay?

Now hearken what that ye shall say
To ilka men by night and day,
That fifty thousand men in good array
Came you until,
With force of arms bare him away
Against your will.

Rabony, my lord so dear,
Now I am whole that thou art here.

For mi fine fry of herring
Mi bonny silver herring
Mind how you sell them
While the merry, merry bells do ring!

Thou loving lord that last shall ay,
Lo, here is meat that thou eat may,
A honeycomb, the sooth to say,
And roast fish too.

Hail! mightful Mary, God's mother so mild!...
...He sends thee worthily, I wis,
This palm out of Paradise.

Lay me Low,
Where no one can see me
Where no one can find me
Where no one can hurt me.

We're on our way to that fair land,
Where the soul never dies.
Where all is joy and peace and love,
And the soul of man never dies.

Now, holy Brethren, this body let us take
And with all the worship we may lay it in the grave,
Touching it all at once; for her son's sake.

First when I this world had wrought,
Wood and wind and waters wan,
And all kind of thing that now is ought,
Full well me thought that I did then.

For wickedness and woeful lies,
Damned are we to hell full deep.

 

But, sirs, I you all tell, If Doomsday had come much later, Then we'd have had to build our hell
Grimmer...	Grander...	Greater!

This aye neet
Every neet and all.
Fire and fleet and candle leet.
And Christ tak up thy soul.

The Company, Band and Technical Crew

Photographs by Charlotte Lucas, David Kestell and Kate Brewster