1. Ælfscýne

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2. Wayfarer's Eve

This day the sunlight is shining brighter
I'm hearing my name on the breeze
Beyond lies a new horizon
Embrace destiny

Look to the setting sun
The road leads me ever on

Release the heart's yearning
Ghosts of time, stirring
Dreams of wonders never seen
The winds of change, soaring
Distant lands, calling
Onwards! The time has come to leave
On Wayfarer's eve

With dusk the birdsong is sounding sweeter
All thoughts of regret leave my mind
The darkness is drawing nearer
The road now opens wide

Release the heart's yearning
Ghosts of time, stirring
Dreams of wonders never seen
The winds of change, soaring
Distant lands, calling
Onwards! The time has come to leave
On Wayfarer's eve

3. The Midnight Folk

Far beyond the gaze of man
We gather starlight in our hands
Where dreams and shadows intertwine
We leave the silent flow of time

Steal away in the fading light
Find the way through the shades of night

We are the midnight folk
Saw the acorn turn to oak
Saw the hidden Gods invoking their
Sylvan legacy

Seasons woven into years
And through it all the vision's clear
With boughs above and flames below
We dwell in realms forgotten long ago

Casting runes by the Gates of Horn
Hide the Moon as the spirits form

We are the midnight folk
Saw the acorn turn to oak
Saw the hidden Gods invoking their
Sylvan legacy
We are the midnight folk
Sacred circle, never broke
This darkened forest has awoken
Ancestral memories

4. Relics

I'm walking with the ghosts of long forgotten years
All in the golden dawn, a vision forming clear
Fragmented memories are building in my mind
The land before me stretches through the mists of time

Echoes fade and memories die
Held in time, the relics of our lives
Far away a shadow stretches out its hand
Yearning for us all to understand

All, all that we were
All that we are
All we can ever be
The roots give birth to the fruits
The flower of destiny
Is eternally in bloom

I take the broken threads of days lived long ago
From the uncertain shades of history's hidden folds
To lie where dreams are twined in memory's mystic band
Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath pluck'd in a far-off land

Echoes fade and memories die
Held in time, the relics of our lives
Far away a shadow stretches out its hand
Yearning for us all to understand

All, all that we were
All that we are
All we can ever be
The roots give birth to the fruits
The flower of destiny
Is eternally in bloom
Unearthing the truth
To carry to past into the future

5. Avalon Rising

The golden haze of Summer, dreaming
Within the meadows time had slipped away
She came in green and silver
She came for my soul
Eternal Goddess make me whole

Come away, come away on the dreams of today
Come away to a bright horizon
Where the myths never lie and the quest never dies
Come away...

I saw the stars come down from heaven
And fall upon the Isle of Avalon
I saw the King returning
As bright as the sun
I saw the form of Albion

Come away, come away on the dreams of today
Come away to a bright horizon
Where the myths never lie and the quest never dies
Come away to an Orchard Isle

Upon that sacred hill
With heart open wide
The phoenix to rise
I turn to face the Sun
The rise of Avalon

6. Oak, Ash & Thorn

No one shall crown the May Queen
Now the seasons are gone
No voices fill the meadow
Forgotten are the songs
Well no fires shall light the hillside
They have smothered the last
But with this sheaf of gleanings
We will restore the past

This night we were a-maying
With our good women-folk
And now we come adorned
With the leaves of the oak
We dance around the fire
Raise the tar barrels high
On this evening of Midsummer
Put the spirits to flight

Libations for the strangers
Lest our harvest should fail
And leave the last fruit hanging
They've already been claimed
Here in the heart of winter
While the boughs deck the halls
We shall keep the fire a-burning
Ere the Sun is reborn

With Oak and Ash and Thorn
Old England to adorn
Within this Isle of Gramarye
What once was bound is now set free

I can feel them all
Those who came before
I can feel their ways
Coming home again

Upon the hill where fallen kings now lie
I look across the land where I shall die
So great a loss, can we still be redeemed
When we have failed to sow our father's seeds

I kiss the earth beneath the burning sky
With broken heart I hear ancestors cry
For hill and wood, for oak and ash and thorn
For ways of life now gone forever more

My sword is Truth and Love shall be my shield
Modernity shall feel the blade I wield
One two, one two and through and through, I slay
And all shall fall before the old ways

And thus anon, a Deity shall rise
The beating heart of Albion, revived
Rejoice, rejoice the end of the machine
Hereafter for to dwell in evergreen

With Oak and Ash and Thorn
Old England to adorn
Within this Isle of Gramarye
What once was bound is now set free
By Oak and Ash and Thorn
Old England is reborn
Within this Isle of Gramarye
Your children have returned to thee

7. The Woodlander

Within the greenest dells
I claim the arcane knowledge lost
Amidst the darkened boughs
I see the face of Cernunnos

Come follow me
Into the wild
Come follow me
O' nature's child
Come follow me
Into the wild

Through the darkling wood
Stirring Elfin blood

I keep the sacred bond
Once held twixt bird and beast and man
And with the fair folk by my side
I roam the traceless paths

Come follow me
Into the wild
Come follow me
O' nature's child
Come follow me
Into the wild

Bring the pagan dawn
With oak and ash and thorn

Take me ever deeper
Ere my waking dream departs
Timeless sylvan beauty
Held within my Oaken Heart

8. Eadric's Return

Land of my birth
You have fallen into darkness
Your people once fought
To dwell in freedom and prosperity
Yet fate did overturn it all

When the horns of war are sounding
Let the flame of England burn
As the lightning strikes the mountain
Then the ghosts of England shall return

Land of my pride
You have known the taste of betrayal
Your fair pastures green
Once saw a thousand gold-bright warriors
Fight until death or victory

When the horns of war are sounding
Let the flame of England burn
As the lightning strikes the mountain
Then the ghosts of England shall return
When the blood of men is stirring
Let the rose of England bloom
See the Golden Age returning
Born again from within the English womb

Dark horizons through the years
Blackened dreams and frozen tears
In the shadows I await
Bound to all our destinies
I'm bound to England's fate

When the horns of war are blown
Ride across these Stiperstones
Silver shadows pierce the sky
Come the hour when steel meets bone
Look for the final signs

Through the ages
The dream of freedom never died
When hope has left you
Look out towards the mountain side

I shall return
And all our loss shall be restored
The Flame shall burn
The Rose shall bloom for evermore

9. Heart Of The Rose

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