The Wolves Of Avalon - Carrion Crows Over Camlan lyrics

Before the twilight, the black birds sings And 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 d**h 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 k**ing 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 Culhwch Peredur, Galath, Cadwr Olwen, Pwyll, Manawyddan, Arawn, Gwydion, Bedwyr, Garanwyn, Gwalchmai, Trystan, Cadog, Mofran, Llywarch, Medraut , Eliwlod, Druadwas, Bradwen Gwalchmai. 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 slain