VERSE 1 Sold out by the Vortigern We watch our people die Fields ablaze as churches burn The Saxon banners fly.
Then come days as black as night We’re tortured in our homes Hope has flown and not in sight Until our savior comes.
From the humblest of us all He frees the sword-in-stone As the Dragon-star, it falls He sits upon the throne.
The dragon’s red, his horse is white, He’s first upon the field None can stand before his might Our foes are forced to yield.
CHORUS Ever burns the candle in the darkness Ever glows the halo ‘neath the deep Faith is the eye through which to see it And the life of the dying man.
VERSE 2 Twelve battles bloodily, We fight with iron will None withstand our cavalry Our enemies, we kill.
Then the Vortigern, he flees And mocks us from his tower Upon its stones, we lay a siege And immolate the coward.
Gododdin in our hands We thank Almighty God King and Magi christen lands— We build white Camelot.
Our golden age has now begun To last a thousand years Tournaments and maidens won None have cause for tears.
CHORUSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
