The Wolves Of Avalon - Cold As Mouldering Clay lyrics

Quenching the Roman hunger The bloated worms are here, To gorge upon our children And the dunghill to our fears The dreamless sleep of d**h And the frozen hand of Nero In misty trails of blood As never seen before Embraced, With d**h's disrobing hands Our thirsting souls We sacrifice As cold as mouldering clay Our remains will become Shadows of time To drink from sorrow's chalice The dregs of malignant hate We walk on broken eagles At the foot of d**h's black gates Ahead the dark red smoke Behind untrodden snow This battle will be fought And no one will ever know In memory we will descend In awe-creating guise Will anyone ever recall The lost great British tribes