Y Gododdin
Through the murdering night Where graves of kings listlessly yawn Into the pitiless hollow dark Life fades and death is born Through misery woods of spectral mist Where wolves howl and vipers hiss We ride on bloodless drifting shrouds Unwinding into the unseen abyss All for the madness of the gods And the glory of dragon and blade We Gododdin, 300 ride... Under desolations drooping wings Across pyres of bones and ash Where eerie serpents lurk unseen Galloping upon the burial grounds Frost-flung and broken To immortality fore spoken Onwards, reapers of war! Moans of when we die Groans of when we cry Bones that never sigh Thrones of gods up high Kiss your arse goodbye It’s time to fucking die War we glorify Hear our battle cry!
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
300 riders, men of Gododdin Riding into legend, squadrons galloping Apocalyptic steeds, trampling slain Over grass and clover, hail and rain Tatterdemalion, savage hordes Saxon invaders, Rhineland whores Wolves of Albion, joyous dead Men of Gododdin, slaughters din With murdering hands, come the war bands Spilling guts, raping our lands Cold blazing flesh, open silent eyes Mute desolation, rising arrows falling Faces deformed with masks of horror, shimmering in A dusky malign, effigies of the dreamless dead Drown in oblivion Shit most foul, vomiting piss Fucking hell, battle dazed In rivers of clay, swift to be slain Swifter to slay, freezing carnage In mires drowning, blind ghosts of kings Soulless abounding, meat for crows Glutted yellow claws Ripping open flesh, gaping maw Warriors Lay on scattered bones To be living ghosts Unwarmed In the death-like air Men of Gododdin Beyond these leafless woods stand the men of Carrion gods, bound to the whim of murder Darkly depths, rueful wastes Thronging pyres, aspiring blaze Belching gore, baleful stench Spouting filth, cleaving necks Hammering rage, hacking heads Mangled limbs, midst the dead Trampled horns, shivering ice Blood smeared, ashy pale Warriors Lay on scattered bones To be living ghosts Unwarmed In the death-like air Men of Gododdin Dreams are forever just echoes from the grave
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Riding through the night, the shining company Riding ‘Neath the sky, battle hound behind Come the gathering, drinking horns of mead The feast of brotherhood, northern high kings Desolate days, shame and sorrow Grave sods crumble, for the morrow A winter wind, foredoomed we ride Under the dragon, standard high Into woodland winds, to realms of silent death Baleful chaos rise, amid enkindled rage Pallid hue of death, a mirthful end awaits We go to our end below, the eternal abyss untrod Shrilling arrows descend Bestow the mangled dead War gods guide our souls Foredoomed we ride ahead Life is made for sorrow Leading to the tomb In wretched war we wallow To fade into the gloom Under whispering stars The shining company Crimson torrents will flow Through blood Ravens soaring above The shining company Lighting swift our steeds
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Cold, as dead men’s eyes and death is in the air And here I linger and lie In a moonlit vale, tears of death we weep We ride, we ride, with fiery embers in the sky Ride, we ride, smoke and dust in the murk of doom Ride, we ride, muted winds of sleet and snow Ride, we ride, through hollow gales in the valley below Ride, we ride, snorting mares of dripping woe Ride, we ride, in dark ravine and ashen dell Ride, we ride, iron capped and iron heeled Ride, we ride, pale pennons of dragons red Iron blades, British soil Everlake, pagan mist Riding on, to what must be The end of all, we claim to be Moon shines bright on mail and shield Dead men slain in scalding tears Ravens glut on horrors dire, men once warm, wilt in fire Laid to rest in dead men’s cloaks On burning pyres of ash and oak Smothered sighs caves entombed Interred from life the witching yew Laid to rest in dead men’s cloaks On burning pyres of ash and oak Haunts profane where due mists weep Curled blue flakes into the grave
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
Knee deep in a river of tears Wading through the fading years In light of hope... it disappears Is this how it’s meant to be? I remember everything But who is left to remember me? Sitting on a stranger’s grave Is this how it’s meant to be? Watching high the spin of the coin Falling heads & we grow old Falling tales & we die young Is this how it’s meant to be? Desolations drooping wings Death, the destroyer pale The reapers scythe drips in blood Through thunder, rain and hail Sundering soul and flesh Sacrifice, smoking Phantoms weep Death smitten Iron crowns, turn to rust As crows gather for the dead Under battle clouds As crows gather for the dead Under battle clouds On the roll of a loaded dice With the spin of a broken wheel The moon above leaks though the sky We are moths with wings alight Is this how it’s meant to be? We’re fighting with our brothers Our fathers land, accept your destiny And after I left long ago Remember where you walked before Long after I’m deceased Long after I’m deceased
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026