Symbel - Folded Cross lyrics

Surge Domine et dissepentur inimici tu et fugiant qui oderunt te a facie tua... This is a tale that starts upon a hill in Hammerwych in the folded dales of Saxon Mercia pa**ed by on countless days so many never knew that place was once where armies rode before a conqueror from legions shadows rose the spectre of a heathen king dark as dragons blood and deep as ocean floor feared by all the kings who’d sold themselves to cross and gold he the last of them would hold against them all I am the overlord the hated king I am the overlord the Mercian king And around him were the armies of the new wave with the blessing of the rich and rising church their golden banners shields and swords they shone with righteousness as they marched upon the lands of Mercia But on that day it seems that near this hill in Hammerwych a legion lost its fight to crush the pagan king and from their shields were torn their gold and precious j**el inlays and tossed into the earth a bent and folded cross