- Ancient Voice
The winds of wisdom lash my face
As I hail this open space
Under the burning midday sun
I sense the power that makes us one
This stretch of land before I see
Lies symbolic of history
An Angleman, I am of many
I am of their spirit, I am of them
- By Thy Deeds
Embers in dormancy - the greatest of sins
Damming the blood that flows, closing the veins
Drowning in lethargy, deadly decay
Losing vitality, fading away
Deep-seated malady holds you in chains
Taking its root from the seed that you have
Sucking the life from you, rusting your blade
- Engla Tocyme
Men of the sea, on the waves they did ride
Drifting toward their new dawn
Sailing forth with the wind as their guide
Fathers of a kingdom to be born
Their blood flows in me
Through their eyes I see
With their spirit I shall bring down my blade
- Forever in Chains
Walls surround me as the years pass slowly by
Wonder what I might have been
Battle-slaughter and a kingdom overthrown
Are only shadowy tales for me
My kingly blood, it has condemned me to this fate
I'll never see the light of day again
How I long to have fought with
- Mellowing of the Mains
Purge this circle to clear the way
A cleansing fire where no ashes remain
Hear the heralder portend the rite
Purify - let his horn resound
Flawless as the still of night
No trembles in the web
Silence, as your soul takes flight
- Steadfast
Steadfast as a weathered mighty stone
Weary of this furious raging storm
Defy, and resist the endless war
Withstand, and uphold the sacred law
Though I may faulter on my journey
And I will suffer pain with time
I know I'll keep my head up high
- The Fighting Man
The flag held high, a call to the warrior's pride
North they had won, weary in body not mind
Standing alone, the few who would see him to live
For their brother to stay, allegiance to him they must give
Under the banner of The Fighting Man
Through dense forest and dark of night
- The Paths of Yesterdays
On the fields of yesterdays, where many battle's been lost and won
Great domains of seasons passed, where many a deed was done
Shining lands of yesterdays, deep down they will always be ours
Mighty paths of epochs gone, with all their olden powers
Wooded hills of yesterdays, throughout our England's soil
Forests vast of times surpassed, stretched out for mile on mile
Potent earth of yesterdays, I know you will always be ours
- Theodish Belief
For thousands of years from father to son
Ancient ways were carried on
Ingrained in the flesh an ancestral soul
Breathing life since days of old
The tales of the scop by fire were sung
Deeds of worth and battles won
A spiritual bond and oneness of mind
Born through struggle and shared strife
- These lands
Soul of fire, heart of flame
I walk across these wintry plains
The biting cold, fresh and cool air
Fills my lungs and blows my hair
Great expanses unconquered by men~
A place to go by myself now and then
To empty my mind, close me eyes
And breath the pure life beneath the skies
- To The Mountains They Fled
From beyond we sailed the sea
Seeking new prosperity
We came for the victory
On the fields we cut them down
Stole their pride and burned their towns
These lands held our destiny
Routed and shamed to the mountains they fled
- Up High
Up high, so high I climb
To grand open worlds beyond, my mind foresees
His call resounds
The darkened wings of the raven beat, he follows me
The sun is burning bright
The radiance shines upon my humble feet
This slender path excites
With every twist adrift along my way
- When Our England Died
Wearily to the last battle they strode
Onward through day and through night
To death they did go but they let them know the power of Angelisc might
Together they walked and together they'd fall
Under the Autumn sky
With victory song behind shield-wall strong
They slashed and they battered with pride
- Wolves of Prayer
Over the sea, the Black and the Fair
On heathen soil to moor
Heaven's breath rife in the sails
Bound for Saxon shore
Clutching close the lore of their god
Emissaries of the light
Sworn to inspire the primitive lords
And sway their steadfast tribes