Forefather
rebel of the marshlands
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Wyrd has woven our path, now a tyrant rules our land
A beheaded people we are, our power in a dark one's hand
A final hope remains for those with the will to resist
To rally behind his name and defy the bastard's rule
The joy of a battle won like lightning swept away
Our kingdom seized by those with the serpent's eye
Rebel of the marshlands, banished to the shade
Defender of our honour, a prisoner of time
Forgotten freedom fighter, outlaw of the fens
The spirit of the warder shall rise in us again
- Álbum:
- Curse of the Cwelled
- Last of the Line
- Steadfast
- Engla Tocyme
- Curse of Cwelled
- Curse the Cwelled
- Ours Is the Kingdom
- Deep Into Time
- The Fighting Man
- Britannia Infernus
- Folk Metal - Metalhit Free Download Series
- The Metal Museum, Volume 2: Viking Metal
- Zero Tolerance: ZTaudio018
- Engla Tocyme (2017)
- Ours Is the Kingdom (Remastered)
- Tales from a Cloud-Born Land