Narrator : Hear the tale of Jan Tregeagle, Kernow born some 50 years ago A friendless boy with a restless mind, he believed a man is judged by all he knows As he grew older, he saw more of the world His way ahead was barred it seemed by accidents of birth Undeterred he studied hard, with self belief he could turn the tide A steward's post, a magistrate, his reputation travelled far and wide As he grew older, uncomfortable in life Plagued by doubts he couldn't shake, he was not satisfied Jan : "There must be something more...... for me Something more, for me...... for me"

Jan : It all began at the village school, a boy alone shunned by his peers Found refuge in the printed word, I learned so much in those silent years The teachers recognised my gift, I was sent away to learn A scholarship, my golden chance, to escape the smalltown world I took my rightful place with sons of privilege, sons of class New ideas a new way of life, all expectations were surpassed Narrow minded clergy with their scripture writ in foreign tongues Knowledge Trees, Forbidden Fruits, Disciplined the Brightest One I said "There's more in life than this.... for me" I know there's more than this: What use have I for parables? For Devils, sorcerers, saints? Let learning, reason, light decide my Fate A place to stand and make a choice, my values wrought anew And with conscience clear become what I will Then..... Then they cast me out, sent me back, back to whence I came Brought down to earth, by legions of lesser men Their envy fear and ignorance denied my chance to soar They spoke of blasphemy, they spoke of heresy, and sin and pride But they never spoke the Truth to me in all that time But they, they will speak my name, they will know my name, and fear my name again Again, again, Jan Tregeagle's name will echo here again My name will echo here again.

Jan : Wearily the carriage took me back to a village life where petty minded people think small thoughts I fell in line, beaten down, a broken man, working hard, drowning in the average again I lost myself, as I served the Duchy's wide estates, a steward's post small recompense for all I could have been A bitter man, a magistrate of foul repute I punished all before me, a wounded man striking out I was lost ... I lost myself Then an inner spark, a ghost of hope once thought forlorn A chance encounter late one night coming off the moor A wizened man, familiar yet unknown to me recounted tales of bargains struck in a moonlit Wistman's Wood These Older Ways, before the Crown, before their Church The Heathen Hills have seen it all, their ancient magic lingers still To Crockern Tor, I took myself without delay A lost soul's search for wisdom and the faith that I had lacked Belief, all I need Belief, in me

i)The Ascent ii) By Wistman's Moonlight Jan : I stand in darkness, alone, apart, detached from life Seeking wisdom, open my eyes, deliver light I'll pay the price By Wistman's Moonlight Let me live again tonight Show me something more There must be something more... iii) The Meeting The Devil (Old Crockern) : "Finally you summon me to Hallowed, Ancient Dartmoor, where time has little meaning You know I've always been with you Unlike those who have deceived you I am here for you Only I can give you wisdom, behold the Kingdoms of the World Only I deliver splendour, wealth, respect and more Sign the lease, a bargain struck for Five and Twenty Years Freely though you must consent, in blood make your mark By Wistman's Moonlight Live again tonight Do it now " iv) The Decision Jan : An end in sight to years adrift with this alchemy A worthless life transformed to no less than purest gold Nature's Laws found wanting, reject conformity Turn my back on their world, as they turned their backs on me Fulfilment in the here and now, let ancient wisdom show me how Realise my hopes and dreams at the stroke of a pen Answer to myself alone for Five and Twenty Years To sacrifice an Afterlife, their non existent paradise, I'll pay that price I dare do all that may become a man Timid lives and laws, they don't apply to me My name immortalised, a man apart, the world at my feet This is my Act and Deed I'm Free!!

The villagers speak

Narrator : A different Jan Tregeagle made his way back from the moor New belief his guiding star shone brighter than before His way ahead in life was clear, behold the Man Unbound With a place to stand and move the world, Momentum lost was found Others talk of darker powers, of spirit guides and dreams The Devil entered into him and bought his soul it seems Jan : A man amounts to more than a list of do's and don't's Paralysed with fear at the thought of doing wrong Man is free to choose, free to not conform Self aware maturity, rejection of the norm Clergy : So disturbed are we by violent speech and slandering Brother Jan a righteous fellow in the eyes of God Be rid of bitterness, be rid of rage and angry talk Judge ye not, lest ye be judged So end the slights and slurs on Brother Jan Tregeagle now A generous man ever keen to help the true one's church Be quick to listen, slow to anger and slow to speak Rest assured, blessed are the meek Be not concerned with counting treasures here on Earth Amass instead your wealth in Heaven, your future's there The poor and needy have been chosen, they are the ones Inheriting the Kingdom, all those who live by love Jan : All pleasures can be bought, exceptions are so few Objections brushed aside, it all comes down to price Nothing was true, and everything's allowed When the spirit enters into you, Commandments lose their power All my life I was guided by my Visions and Dreams Then an Angel came to earth and spoke to me He told me I was made for greater things, I had a greater purpose in life Renounce their rules and embrace all I could be The glory that you see today is no more than destiny Behold the Man, and all that he can be Tregeagle's Choice, mark well my legacy

Jan : The Best of Times, am I ruled by darker passions now? Is it sinful to be free of denial? Enjoying life while it lasts? Sworn in every room Pleasures the only truth And Abstinience is hatred of the self The Best of Times, all the friends I never had before Now a string of lithe companions take their place Always keen to call my name Tell me where's the shame? After all, everybody, has their price Doesn't everyone have their price? So I justify this decadence With heavy breathing incantation, but is it love? Sometime I recognise my folly, regret the waste Then the hunger I can't satisfy draws me back again The Best of Times, oh I hope they never end I pray they never end for me...

Narrator : The quarter Century passed so quickly and Tregeagle realised he had accomplished nothing of any value He lacked friendship and increasingly felt the absence of real love He knew his time and almost run The final weeks flew past like minutes and he became terribly afraid For he knew what his future held, and could see no way of escaping his fate

Jan : So little hope, there's nothing I can do So little time, the sands are running low Nowhere to flee He's been here all along A shield of Faith for me - I have to try Salvation's cost for me can't be too high I remain a wealthy man, that can open doors for me Connections made and favours bought throughout the Holy See It's Brother Jan the errant lamb come home now I tried to pray whilst led astray, you know how Clergy : The cravings of a sinful man, in love with the world Vanity and pleasure were false concerns Taking in pride in ownership, your values counterfeit Can you repent, can you aspire to grace? Jan : Avoid eternal torment I'll give everything I own rebuild your church, your Abbey too if you can save my soul It's Brother Jan the errant lamb come home now I tried to pray whilst led astray, you know how Clergy : Sincerest contrition true in all you say Real remorse, regret your sinful ways Entrusting our church alone with all your worldly wealth We'll keep you safe beyond your final day Jan : I repent, help me cleanse these hands Please take me back, don't let him take me down Am I condemned? I sense him drawing near... The Devil (Old Crockern) : Stand firm Jan Tregeagle, remember, you are a proud man The church cannot save you, muttering prayers over scented candles For that you need real faith` All your wealth, your power, your influence, your countless sins and shameless vanity Reckon well Jan Tregeagle, reckon well This will be their price` See the sun dims to black, see the stars fall to earth Eternity, Obsidian night, you knew the price Dozmary Pool, the blood red moon Your Lake of Fire Godforsaken, Godforsaken, for evermore Here you toil, for evermore Jan : Alone again as so often in my life, demons torment me now endlessly...all my own making I concede Vanity and sinfulness made a slave of me Recognition's what I craved, a place in history for my name But infamy is all I achieved Yes Infamy is all I achieved So it goes on.... it goes on and on, toiling by this Lake of Fire still it goes on Despairing Cries, this Endless NIght Jan Tregeagle's pain, is there nothing more? For me.....? So it goes on, it goes on and on, Eternity in Hell, it goes on Hear despairing cries on Winter nights, Jan Tregeagle's pain will echo evermore My name is known for evermore