Skyclad
the roman wall blues
Over the heather the wet wind blows
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose
The rain comes pattering out of the sky
I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why
The mist creeps over the hard grey stone
My girl's in Tungria; I sleep alone
Aulus goes hanging around her place
I don't like his manners, I don't like his face
Piso's a Christian, he worships a fish
There'd be no kissing if he had his wish
She gave me a ring but I diced it away
I want my girl and I want my pay
When I'm a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky
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- In The... All Together
- Irrational Anthems
- The Silent Whales Of Lunar Sea
- Prince Of The Poverty Line
- A Burnt Offering For The Bone Idol
- Tracks From The Wilderness
- The Wayward Sons Of Mother Earth
- Jonahs Ark
- Miscellaneous
- Vintage Whine
- The Answer Machine?
- No Daylights nor Heeltaps
- Outrageous Fourtunes
- No Daylight Nor Heeltaps
- Another Fine Mess
- Swords Of A Thousand Men
- Wrathchild - British Metal
- Play It Loud: Metal Mixtape
- Live At the Dynamo
- Skyclad - Live