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WINTERFYLLETH LYRICS
"Rising of the Winter Full Moon" (2007 Demo)
1. Mam Tor (The Shivering Mountain)
2. Casting The Runes
3. The Ghost of Heritage
1. Mam Tor (The Shivering Mountain)
Mam Tor.
Your torso shivers
As the backbone of our land,
Under the weight
Of a now plagued country.
The old ways,
Elsewhere long gone,
Still linger in these parts.
The ways of our people,
Whose ancient mighty fort
Crowned your glorious slopes
And whose dead
Dwell in your barrows.
We will honour them
Forever.
We will hail your mighty heights
And the caverns beneath.
Those dark places
That had carved out our ores.
Mam Tor, in the High Peak!
Celtic whispers still haunt,
This windswept land,
Of long endured winters.
The spirit of our land
Will never die.
The spirit of the mountain is strong.
Mam Tor, in the High Peak!
Celtic whispers still haunt,
This windswept land,
Of long endured winters.
Mam Tor. Mam Tor.
2. Casting The Runes
Northern European woodcut,
Wandering on a moonlit night,
One who, having once,
Looked round, walks on,
And then turns no more his head,
Because he knows, a frightful fiend,
Doth close behind him tread.
3. The Ghost of Heritage
Sacred water flows,
Through the veins of our sacred land,
Drink of this and take thy fill,
For the water falls by the wizards will.
Old man of the forest,
Cloaked in the lore of the land,
Loyal guardian,
Of our fog smothered isle.
Among the contorted roots,
Of English Oaks,
In the caverns of the northern kingdom,
Dwells the sleeping army.
Here they lie,
In enchanted sleep,
Awaiting the day,
When England is in peril.
Old man of the forest,
Cloaked in the lore of the land,
Loyal guardian,
The ghost of heritage.
Thence shall they descend,
Into the plain,
To decide the fate,
Of a great battle,
And save our homeland,
From the thieving hands,
Of the infidel.
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