A Tale From The Deep Woods lyrics
The ravens are on the wing!
My scramasax is red (stained with the blood of many Mercian warriors),
The ravens are on the wing,
By Offa`s decree I am an outlaw,
Branded wolfshead by my own king.
(The orm-garth awaits me, darkly astir with ophidian malice...)
The ravens are on the wing!
Ash for our spear-hafts,
Yew for our bow-staves,
Oak for our deck planks,
Oak and elder our shields.
Hail, o` great liege of the ancient woods, ruler of the deepest forest... you,
who were reigning o`er your time-veiled kingdom centuries before the arrogant
men who proclaim themselves kings of this island ever supped of life`s
bitter-sweet draught...
I give you my hail,
I give you my blood,
I give you my life,
O` sylvan liege.
My life bleeds forth unto the earth (from many deep and dire wounds),
To slake your roots, great old king... (as I rest my battle-ravaged body
against thee.)
The ravens are on the wing!
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