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BRETWALDAS OF HEATHEN DOOM LYRICS
"Battle Staffs In The Mushroom Woods" (2006)
1. Haunted Ride
2. Paths Of River Root And Stone
3. Ship Of Nails
4. A Thousand Blackened Whispers
5. Iron Skies
6. Old Walls, Wild Woods
7. Beneath The Eaves
8. Hwicce Fif Ans
9. Blood Of Gods And Men
1. Haunted Ride
2. Paths Of River Root And Stone
All, save the stirring words for darkest hour of night
When spectres scream upon the wind
And all who bar the gate lie riven in the dust
To no more avail, the ancient gifts of kings may rust
I do not fear death
I know the lots were carved and have been thrown
Acknowledge destiny
It takes the path of river, root and stone
The thrones of kings are smashed and heirlooms cast aside
…fools have scrabbled for our gold
The air is fouled and all that gushes forth a bitter broth
Destruction of supernature in a storm of wrath
The winter sun is blotted out the sky turns black
And howls of shamen fill the air
Odinnic brotherhood, the army of the slain
Shape-shifting madmen calling down an iron rain.
( Wartooth / Acwealde December 2003 )
3. Ship Of Nails
4. A Thousand Blackened Whispers
5. Iron Skies
6. Old Walls, Wild Woods
7. Beneath The Eaves
8. Hwicce Fif Ans
In my many winters upon this wet & windswept coast
I’ve seen kinsmen live and die
So to those left I raise a toast
As we drink by torchlight
In high-gabled hallowed halls
The boasts of fallen men still echo round these oaken walls
Though our tribes diminish
Though our numbers fade
Our helms still dark, our mail bright, our fists alive with blades
Follow the path of eagles
As they fly to worlds on high
So the souls of fallen men will travel when they die
The oaths of Northern folk are borne upon the gale
They do not die away but rise by fellows’ hail!
A pathway between the realms
So the web is spun
Time, place, mortality and deeds that have been done
In the glare of sunset
As my time draws near
A will of graven stone remains
Though earthly forms may disappear
Grim-faced men in iron helms
Through their gritted teeth deny
When strength is drawn from other realms
Their creed could ever die
Embers burn within our souls
Standards hefted to the sky
Elements no-one controls…
The darkest bird is yet to fly
(Wartooth / Acwealde October 2003)
9. Blood Of Gods And Men
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