Forefather
ancient voice
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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
I hear their ancient voice
The storms of knowledge pound the skies
As I praise this sight before my eyes
Through the mist beyond the sea
I see the past that calls to me
We are one
Heathen son
As I stand above your graves
We are one
Heathen son
As I see the world in flames
- Album:
- 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