Carrion Crows Over Camlan
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We are the Wolves of Avalon Lost spirits of Albion, kings of slaughter lords of death for blood and pride we are all that's left. We are Wolves of Avalon our Germanic nightmare has just begun Our mighty race of ancient tribes, we fight to live we fight to survive. We are wolves of Avalon pagan knights of enchanted dreams we boil the cauldron of battle blood to stir a horror yet unseen. x2 From the the womb of Ceridwen and blessings of Gwyn ab Nudd, our time has come to stand or die. Upon our sacred soil We are the Wolves of Avalon Lost spirits of Albion, kings of slaughter lords of death for blood and pride we are all that's left. We are Wolves of Avalon this is our last farewell like hungry dogs our rabid jaws and send your guts to hell We are Wolves of Avalon clad in iron and steel besmeared with woe from heaps of slain we bring your dying throes
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
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Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Taranis arise Camulus arise Cernenos arise Barinthus arise Lost Gods awake here us, we call on you Lost Gods awake here us, we call on you Branwen arise belinano annoan agorn adas Belatucadros arise Arawen aris Govannon arise Morrigan arise Teutates arise Wayland arise Lost Gods Arise here us, we call on you Lost Gods Arise here us, we call on you We stand as one, Against the tide, of Irish raiders, and pictland tribes, We stand as one , With pagan pride against the Sais, and Germanic Gods, we stand as one, to spit on the cross to hunt the Jute and angle scum we stand as one, against the Christ, the plague of Rome a cancer among us Aarrrhhh lost gods we call on you x4 lost Gods we call on you x 4 the gods will die only when we forget, in times gathering dust our ancient remains shall call out and say, in you alone we trust Gods we call on you once again, to rid our land of our foe, to remind us once more of our blood, our might of our ancestors long ago
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Trinovantes Demetae, Caledonii Brigante Catuvellauni Gododdin Durotrige Ordovices Iceni Cenimagni Selgovae Cornovii Dumnonii , Segontiaci Regini , Cantiaci, come together tribes of Albion x4 Trinovantes Demetae, Caledonii Brigante Catuvellauni Gododdin Silures wotadini Iceni come together tribes of Albion x4 aaahhhh soft Together we are one, one tribe, one tongue, our blood is our honour our honour our sacred land and we shall die here to a man for here we stand, here we fight. Raise the mead horns in the great hall of the gods here we fight here we stand and we will die with sword in hand here we fight here we stand and we will die with sword in hand here we fight here we stand and will die with sword in hand here we fight here we stand and will die with sword in hand
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Death comes calling the crows will circle above our sacred stones Death comes calling flesh shall rip and wounds shall burst upon the sacred soil Death comes calling gushing bowels shall spill upon our sacred oaks Death comes calling severed limbs shall spay blood upon our sacred groves In a War hear our song of Beli Mawr In War hear our song of Beli Mawr In a War hear our song of Beli Mawr In War hear our song of Beli Mawr Death comes calling the crows will circle above our sacred stones Death comes calling flesh shall rip and wounds shall burst upon the sacred soil Death comes calling gushing bowels shall spill upon our sacred oaks Death comes calling severed limbs shall spay blood upon our sacred groves In War hear our song of Beli Mawr In War hear our song of Beli Mawr In War hear our song of Beli Mawr In War hear our song of Beli Mawr that is a nation without a people? what is a people without a nation/ you come to take our freedom, out gods, our pride we fight to live, we fight for our children, our homes, hear our song of Beli Mawr, our battle cries shall echo throughout time for we are the last of the British with swords unsheathed, our shield walls steadfast and we will fight to the last, to our very last breath and we shall die sword in hand, for all paths, they all lead to death
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
In the nights black heart and storms of winter. We ride to Badbury rings, to fight or die with blood etched on our blades and the pain of "spears" under dragons billowing wings to fight or die The ancient tribes are as one The Ancient Tribes are as one The ancient tribes are as one The Ancient Tribes are as one With the hornbearers call and the sound of ripping mail the gods give us the joy to kill and kill again this vile sweet stench of the battles clodded earth a dreadful waring gale, of reeking rusted glaive of mongrel Saxon dead, and bloody faces stained of broken shield walls and broken mighty oaths hewed battle shields and shivered ashen spears and the horror of disgrace that cowards must embrace is there's for evermore, a curse of their fallen race. The ancient tribes are as one The Ancient Tribes are as one The ancient tribes are as one The Ancient Tribes are as one The Ancient Tribes are as one The Ancient Tribes are as one The Ancient Tribes are as one our age has just begun now let it be done, the will of the gods be done.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
I gaze at the stars by the great dying oak, to the realm of the gods I am no longer lost in the gathering of night on raven wings I glide to the three far worlds of land sea and sky. the ancient white owl and voices from the wells of sun, moon and stars The ergot- trance -tells in soothless disdain, in the cauldron of Awen adder stones awaken and dream weaver thread In the chamber of the grave I must soon take my leave I am the last of my kind and who would believe of the great lord Arthur the dark Avalon wolf who fought and was slain enchanted to the end Bewitched by the lake of dusk coated raven, by the grove of tall oaks and viper shaman to ride on the black swan, to the tor of Avalon to rest above all men great dragon of Albion.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Before the twilight, the black birds sings & the black crows peck the eyes of kings In the battles tumult, I can hear the wailing banshee Pendragons son is fallen on ground foul with death Under winters empty sky, upon mouldering ash and bone Great heroes collide on mist silhouetted fens The baying of war horns, an eerie ode to sable garb of woe Where cloven heads fall like seeds upon the dirt. Carrion Crows over Camlan, Carrion Crows over Camlan Carrion Crows over Camlan, Carrion Crows over Camlan With sundered limbs and silent screams That rest upon this dreadful empurpled plain We ghosts of fallen oaks And graven faces of the slain Warriors heave and groan. Gaping mouths spitting blood Mail clad wolves in the mist Shimmering blades of blood-glazed steel Killing under the cold moons glare Gone are the British kings, all swallowed by the Germanic holocaust pyres. Lord Arthur is slain. Great warriors laid upon countless biers, Culhwch Peredur, Galath, Cadwr Olwen, Pwyll, Manawyddan, Arawn, Gwydion, Bedwyr, Garanwyn, Gwalchmai, Trystan, Cadog, Mofran, Llywarch, Medraut , Eliwlod, Druadwas, Bradwen Gwalchmai. Morrigan casts her spell with dark runes cast Her thunderbolts of murder and bleak pale slaughter Dragon and raven standards broken, Tall ashen shafts ruddy with gore War is a shapeless stygian chaos Where gods of Annwn collide Affallach awaits in Avalon The weary sleep of the slain
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
the bards shall sing of deeds long done of fallen wolves of Avalon the bards shall sing of broken blades great tales of glory never to fade. They shall say of Arthur, and his warrior band to a man they fell at cold Camlan twas long ago these deeds were done Let us never forget what we have become. The bards shall sing when death prevailed. When warriors clad in legionary mail, did face the beast across the sea the horde of death and slavery but British steel and a will to be free for outlaws from hell, together were we all battle scarred we wolves of war free like the raven wild as the boar This land may fall, its enemies may reign but we shall never kneel, we shall never be chained. For this is our British soil, and we shall defend it till the end.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
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Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Silence is death in the realm of sleep where worms awaken and slowly creep through twilight shades and broken dreams to guide the slain into another world come Dor-Marth the spirits arise on towers of ash the banshee cries through shadow mist and veils of sorrow to bale fires past and a haunted morrow guide us onwards to the crooked bank where Arthur lies still oh dread Camlan the hounds of Cwn Annwn come now and guide his soul to the other-side Far from the woods of caledon this song of graves shall always be, Far from the woods of caledon this song of graves shall always be, guide us onwards to the crooked bank where Arthur lies still oh dread Camlan the hounds of Cwn Annwn come now and guide his soul to the other-side Silence is death in the realm of sleep where worms awaken and slowly creep through twilight shades and broken dreams to guide the slain into another world come Dor-Marth the spirits arise on towers of ash the banshee cries through shadow mist and veils of sorrow to bale fires past and a haunted morrow magic of yore lost to the grave we drink from the horn of bran galed the grey whetstone of elder horgalen the coat of padarn and ring of eluned great magic of. Yore lost to the earth blade of rhydderch white hilted ........... music of swords blunted and broken enchanted spells words unspoken hear the song of graves tombstones of sword blades six feet under a warrior slain never to walk this earth again. Like an autumn falling blackthorn leaf lost in times becrimsoned grief
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026