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,
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 slainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
