Silence is d**h In the realm of sleep Where worms awaken And slowly creep Through twilight shades And broken dreams To guide the slain Into another world Come Dor-Marth The spirits arise On towers of ash The banshee cries Through shadow mist And veils of sorrow To bale fires past And a haunted morrow Guide us onwards To the crooked bank Where Arthur lies still Oh dread Camlan The hounds of Cwn Annwn come now And guide his soul To the other side Far from the woods of caledon This song of graves shall always be Guide us onwards To the crooked bank Where Arthur lies still Oh dread Camlan The hounds of Cwn Annwn come now And guide his soul To the other side Silence is d**h In the realm of sleep Where worms awaken And slowly creep Through twilight shades And broken dreams To guide the slain Into another world Come Dor-Marth The spirits arise On towers of ash The banshee cries Through shadow mist And veils of sorrow To bale fires past And a haunted morrow Magic of yore Lost to the grave We drink from The horn of bran galed The grey whetstone Of elder horgalen The coat of padarn And ring of eluned Great magic of Yore Lost to the earth Blade of rhydderch White hilted steel Music of swords Blunted and broken Enchanted spells Words unspoken Hear the song of graves Tombstones of sword blades Six feet under a warrior slain Never to walk this earth again. Like an autumn falling blackthorn leaf Lost in times becrimsoned grief