THE SHIELD-WALL

When the fiends have come,
there is nowhere to hide.
I must swing my axe,
my brothers at my side.
Feeding on our own fear,
passions running high.
Fleeing not a choice.
Better to fight and die

In the shield-wall we stand,
to defend our land.
Holding on,
til the end

Brace the storm,
and keep the shining blades at bay.
Fight to let our kingdom,
live another day.
Heed the old ones' cries,
we must not let them down.
We will slaughter them,
to keep them from the crown

Flanas geseca me.
Ecga beata me.
Beornas wielda me.
Cyningas sind genered urh me

Iren gewunda me.
W pen deria me.
Cempa teora me.
Cynedom is gewered urh me

PROUD TO BE PROUD

When Offa spilled Myrging blood,
we were proud.
When Hengest routed the Wealas,
we were proud.
When Penda withstood The Cross,
we were proud.
When Alfred stayed the Danes,
we were proud

Heroes passed unto ye we give hail.
Mighty men without fear,without shame.
Some will say that our pride is a sin,
but in their name we'll unite,
and we're proud to be proud

When victory was won at Brunanburh,
we were proud.
When Byrhtnoth raised his sword,
we were proud.
When Harold destroyed Hardrada,
We were proud.
When Hereward defied the ,
we were proud

Slowly with time the past slips away,
but deep in our souls their memory stays.
Weapons of guilt won't conquer our minds,
just strengthen our will to defy

The ignorant void ever opening wide,
but we keep their names and spirits alive.
Arrows of fear won't conquer our minds,
just strengthen our will to defy

THE FOLK THAT TIME FORGOT

A withering flower without it's roots,
sadly passing away unloved.
Songs to sing and tales to tell,
vanishing into obscurity

A dwindling power bereft of soul,
quietly leaving the world behind.
Names to praise and sacred sites,
drifting away to nothingness

But we'll resist until the end,
til the last of us shall fall,
and we will love you til the end,
our folk that time forgot

love the way the lyrics evoke ancient places and kings etc, it's done with a close eye to detail too- stirring and proud thems that conjure up a poetic landscape of brutal vibrant life

Glad you like them. Will add more

ANCIENT VOICE

The winds of wisdom lash my face,
as I hail this open space.
Under the burning midday sun,
I sense the power that makes us one.
This stretch of land before I see,
lies symbolic of history.
An Angleman,
I am of many.
I am of their spirit.
I am of them

I hear their ancient voice

The storms of knowledge pound the skies,
as I praise this sight before my eyes.
Through the mist beyond the sea,
I see the past that calls to me

We are one,
Heathen son,
as I stand above your graves.
We are one,
Heathen son,
as I see the world in flames

WHEN OUR ENGLAND DIED

Wearily to the last battle they strode,
onward through day and through night.
To death they did go,
but they let them know,
the power of Angelisc might

Together they walked and together they'd fall,
under the Autumn sky.
With victory song behind shield-wall strong,
they slashed and they battered with pride

Over river and stream,
and through forest and field,
they marched with fire in their eyes,
wiping the sweat from their brows.
For miles they had fared,
and no effort was spared,
on the day when our England died

Over river and stream,
and through forest and field,
we'll march with fire in our eyes,
like the forefathers of old.
Fore miles we shall fare,
and no effort we'll spare,
till the day when our England's revived

IMMORTAL WISDOM

The winds sweep across the raging skies,
of our tormented domain.
All around I hear the ghostly chants,
of generations gone.
Can't they the howls of the Old Ones great,
coming with the storms?
Cries of betrayal and destroyed will,
over ages passed

I hear the winds of immortal wisdom sing.
Nature is yet to breathe it's last breath

They blindly go about their ways,
forget what is real.
A fantasy turned to legacy,a spiral of doom.
Cant they hear the howls of the Old Ones great,
coming with the winds?
The warnings fall on stubborn minds,
and on deaf ears