Dark ages shrouded days Steeped in our Ancient ways Cerridwen´s prophets say \"The Morrighan is calling\"
This fortness of the brave Spear trenched and battle-stained This sacred, pagan place Albion is dawning.
Cliff forged and cauldron made, This sceptered island raised Up from a sea of flames, Tempered on the storms's rim.
Camp fires and anvil brays Wood smoke in spiral haze, The Mist of Time embrace, Sacred night is falling,
Dream on you valiant brave, Brothers in arms enclave, Camalus wields his blade, With the light of morning,
We will fight, do or die, With a fire in our eyes, We the few righteous souls stand before you, To a man every blade, Every battle-ravaged face, Here to fight for we´re Albion Born,
Through the fire, burning bright, From the embers of the night, Like a tide we will crash down upon you, We are fearless and brave, We will never be enslaved, We the true sons of Albion drawn to the fight for we´re Albion Born...
Those who would escalade These mountain barricades Return as corpses flayed Boadicea´s warning
On through their flesh we`ll clave, Rivers of blood and vein, Trample their dead remains, Banish to the four Winds,
We will fight, do or die, With a fire in our eyes, We the few righteous souls stand before you, To a man every blade, Every battle-ravaged face, Here to fight for we´re Albion Born,
Through the fire, burning bright, From the embers of the night, Like a tide we will crash down upon you, We are fearless and brave, We will never be enslaved, We the true sons of Albion drawn to the fight for we´re Albion Born...
We will fight, do or die With a fire in our eyes, We the few righteous souls stand before you, To a man, every blade, Every battle-ravaged face, Here to fight for we`re Albion Born, Through the fire, burning bright, From the embers of the night, Like a tide we will crash down upon you, We are fearless and brave, We will never be enslaved, We the true sons of Albion drawn to the fight for we´re Albion Born...