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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!
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Men of Gododdin
05:51
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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
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The shining company
04:59
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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
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Dead men’s cloaks
06:12
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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
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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
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