Nocturnal spectre, supernal aggressor,
cast thyself down to the marshlands below.
Yan! Tan! Tethera!
Though, be hesitant not,
for I shall lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
where the Dacre Beasts prowl,
petrified, though still steadfast eternal,
in the realm of the elder lore.
Where blackthorn once rested and heather grew thick,
the cold stones of Lacra gaze down at us yet..
Glacial troughs carve pastures by the river,
white-vested wizards lay upon forlorn moors.
Condensed from the dew, the dry-stone cradle to majesty incarnate,
old monuments cherish the essence of Thule.
Track Name: Awakening
Rise, old moon, the Northern hordes call you,
Hen Ogledd battalion amass once more!
Rise, old moon the Northern hordes hail you,
for in joyous cadence, this blessed sight once hailed,
lay now, beneath the bracken and gorse,
naked to the wind of a dappled sky,
now our creed, a jaded scene, cowardice reigns!
Lest her archaic stock insist glory and awe.
Yet what bliss to writhe amongst the blue-grey worms,
a crimson streak through the pale damp earth.
'Come, brave countrymen, now is the time for Englishman's
courage and valour to shine. Come, take up arms, 'tis for glory we fight..
to punish our foes, and for our freedom to right'