The Wolves of Avalon >>> Carrion Crows over Camlan



camlan
The Wolves of Avalon
Carrion Crows over Camlan

Format  cd
Cat no wolves001
Release date 2011
label Godreah Rec

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Tracks

1.    Intro –This Mighty Isle
2.    The Wolves of Avalon.
3.    Enchanted Spirits of Warriors Slain [instro]
4.    Lost Gods we call on You.
5.    British Tribes Unite.
6.    The War Song of Beli Mawr
7.    The Siege of Badon Hill.
8.    The Last Druid.
9.    Carrion Crows over Camlan.
10.   Britain is Fallen.
11.   Ravens over Dumonia [Instro]
12.   Song of the Graves.





 

Metatron [Meads of Asphodel] has long been involved in the British scene and has worked with,  Huw Lloyd Langton and Alan Davey [Hawkwind], A.C.Wild [bulldozer], Hoest [Taake], Mirai [Sigh], Vincent Crowley [Acheron], Paul Fox [The Ruts], Deorth [Ragnarok], Alisa Coral [Space Mirrors]and not wanting to take the Meads into the Pagan Metal realms, the birth of The Wolves of Avalon, was always going to happen. The Wolves of Avalon is an embodiment of ancient British spirit and pride and not to be confused with any modern interpretation of things long since buried by time and dust. By drafting in JM to create the music and traditional instrumentalist from other bands, Metatron s vision has finally come to life. The Wolves of Avalon feature - , Rob Darken [Graveland], Verst [Instinct], Roibéard Ó Bogail [Mael-Mordha], Magnus O. Wohlfart [Yggdrasil], Petra Jadrná [ Cruadalach], Arvid Vermote [Krigavar], and Rob Wakefield [Aurora-Project]

The music can be termed, Celtic Pagan Metal that simmers in a doleful, almost tragic atmosphere with sporadic up tempo sections to shed light on the Dark Age tale that writhes within. The concept is of the British Celtic Arthurian age much maligned by exaggerated myths and erroneous histories of Britain. The album reflects a period around 500AD, that existed after the Romans were recalled to defend their homeland from the Barbarian migrations, the same land hungry hordes that were to engulf the warriors and tribes of Britain. This was  the era of the Germanic and British wars, and the Arthurian defence of our sacred soil that was to end in defeat at Camlan. The main essence of the lyrical concept is the great victory over the Germanic invaders, at The Battle of Baddon Hill around 500 AD, [also known as Mons Badonicus]  Baddon Hill was the great Victory that this album surmounts



lyrics


This Mighty Ilse [Intro]


The Wolves of Avalon



We are the Wolves of Avalon
Lost spirits of Albion,
kings of slaughter
lords of death
for blood and pride
we are all that's left.

We are Wolves of Avalon
our Germanic nightmare
has just begun
Our mighty race
of ancient tribes,
we fight to live
we fight to survive.

We are wolves of Avalon
pagan knights of  enchanted dreams
we boil  the cauldron of  battle blood
to stir a horror yet unseen.

x2
From the the womb of Ceridwen
and blessings of Gwyn ab Nudd,
our time has come
to stand or die.
Upon our sacred soil

We are the Wolves of Avalon
Lost spirits of Albion,
kings of slaughter
lords of death
for blood and pride
we are all that's left.


We are Wolves of Avalon
this is our last farewell
like  hungry dogs
our rabid jaws
and send your guts to hell

We are Wolves of Avalon
clad in iron and steel
besmeared with woe
from heaps of slain
we bring your dying throes

 


Lost Gods We call upon you


Taranis arise
Camulus arise
Cernenos arise
Barinthus arise

Lost Gods awake
here us,  we call on you
Lost Gods awake
here us,  we call on you

Branwen arise
belinano annoan agorn adas

Belatucadros arise
Arawen aris
Govannon arise
Morrigan arise
Teutates arise
Wayland arise

Lost Gods Arise
here us,  we call on you
Lost Gods Arise
here us,  we call on you

We stand as one,   Against the tide, of  Irish raiders,
and  pictland tribes,
We stand as one , With pagan pride
 against the Sais, and   Germanic Gods,
we stand as one, to spit on  the cross
to hunt the Jute and angle scum
we stand as one, against the Christ, the plague of  Rome
a cancer among us
Aarrrhhh

lost gods we call on you x4
lost Gods we call on you x 4

the gods will die only when we forget, in times gathering dust
our ancient remains shall call out and say, in you  alone we trust

Gods we call on you once again, to rid our land of  our foe,
to remind us once more of our blood, our might
of our ancestors long ago


British tribes unite


Trinovantes Demetae,  Caledonii   
Brigante Catuvellauni  Gododdin
Durotrige Ordovices Iceni
Cenimagni Selgovae Cornovii
Dumnonii  , Segontiaci 
Regini , Cantiaci,

come together tribes of Albion x4

Trinovantes Demetae,  Caledonii
Brigante Catuvellauni  Gododdin
Silures wotadini Iceni

come together tribes of Albion x4
aaahhhh soft

Together we are one, one tribe, one tongue,
our blood is our honour
our honour our sacred land
and we shall die here to a man
for here we stand, here we fight.

Raise the mead horns in the great hall of  the gods

here we fight
here we stand
and we will  die  with sword in hand
here we fight
here we stand
and we will  die  with sword in hand
here we fight
here we stand
and  will  die  with sword in hand
here we fight
here we stand
and  will die  with sword in hand


The War song of Beli Mawr

Death comes calling
the crows will circle above our sacred stones
Death comes calling
flesh shall rip and wounds shall burst upon the sacred soil
Death comes calling
gushing bowels shall spill upon our  sacred oaks
Death comes calling
severed limbs shall spay blood upon our sacred groves

In a War
hear our song of Beli Mawr
In War
hear our song of Beli Mawr
In a War
hear our song of Beli Mawr
In War
hear our song of Beli Mawr

Death comes calling
the crows will circle above our sacred stones
Death comes calling
flesh shall rip and wounds shall burst upon the sacred soil
Death comes calling
gushing bowels shall spill upon our  sacred oaks
Death comes calling
severed limbs shall spay blood upon our sacred groves

In  War
hear our song of Beli Mawr
In War
hear our song of Beli Mawr
In  War
hear our song of Beli Mawr
In War
hear our song of Beli Mawr


that is a nation without a people?
what is a people without a nation/
you come to take our freedom, out gods, our pride
we fight to live, we fight for our children, our homes,
hear our song of Beli Mawr, our battle cries shall echo throughout  time
for we are the last of the British
with swords unsheathed, our shield walls  steadfast
and we will fight to the last, to our very last breath
and we shall die sword in hand,
for  all paths,  they all lead to death



The siege of Badon-hill


In the nights black heart
and storms of winter.
We ride to Badbury rings,
to fight or die

with blood etched on our  blades
and the pain of "spears"
under dragons billowing wings
to fight or die

The ancient  tribes are as one
The Ancient Tribes are as one
The ancient  tribes are as one
The Ancient Tribes are as one

With  the hornbearers call  and the sound of ripping mail
the gods give us the joy to kill and kill again
this vile sweet stench of  the  battles clodded earth
a dreadful waring gale, of  reeking rusted glaive
of mongrel Saxon dead, and  bloody faces stained
of broken shield walls and broken mighty oaths
hewed battle shields and shivered ashen spears
and the horror of disgrace that cowards must embrace
is there's  for evermore,  a curse of their fallen race.

The ancient  tribes are as one
The Ancient Tribes are as one
The ancient  tribes are as one
The Ancient Tribes are as one
The Ancient Tribes are as one
The Ancient Tribes are as one
The Ancient Tribes are as one
our age has just begun
now let it be done, the will of the gods be done.



The Last Druid


I gaze at the stars
by the great dying oak,
to the realm of the gods
I am no longer lost

in the gathering of night
on raven wings I glide
to the three far worlds
of land sea and sky.

the ancient white owl
and voices from the wells
of sun, moon and  stars
The ergot- trance -tells

in  soothless disdain,
in the cauldron of Awen
adder stones awaken
and dream weaver thread


In the chamber of the grave
I must soon take my leave
I am the last of my kind
and who would believe

of the great lord Arthur
the dark Avalon wolf
who fought and was slain
enchanted to the end

Bewitched by the lake
of dusk coated raven,
by the grove of tall oaks
and viper shaman
to ride on the black  swan,
to the tor of Avalon
to rest above all men
great dragon of  Albion.



Carrion Crows over Camlan
 
Before the twilight, the black birds sings
& the black crows peck the eyes of kings
In the battles tumult, I can hear the wailing banshee
Pendragons son is fallen on ground foul with death
 
Under winters empty sky, upon mouldering ash and bone
Great heroes collide on mist silhouetted fens
The baying of war horns, an eerie ode to sable garb of woe
Where cloven heads fall like seeds upon the dirt.

Carrion Crows over Camlan, Carrion Crows over Camlan                         
Carrion Crows over Camlan, Carrion Crows over Camlan
 
With sundered limbs and silent screams
That rest upon this dreadful empurpled plain
We ghosts of fallen oaks
And graven faces of the slain
 
Warriors heave and groan. Gaping mouths spitting blood
Mail clad wolves in the mist
Shimmering blades of blood-glazed steel
Killing under the cold moons glare


Gone are the British kings,
all swallowed by the Germanic holocaust pyres.
Lord Arthur is slain.
Great warriors laid upon countless biers,

Culhwch Peredur, Galath, Cadwr  Olwen, Pwyll, Manawyddan,
Arawn, Gwydion, Bedwyr, Garanwyn, Gwalchmai, Trystan, Cadog, Mofran,
Llywarch, Medraut , Eliwlod,  Druadwas, Bradwen Gwalchmai.

Morrigan casts her spell with dark runes cast
Her thunderbolts of murder and bleak pale slaughter
Dragon and raven standards broken,
Tall ashen shafts ruddy with gore
 
War is a shapeless stygian chaos
Where gods of Annwn collide
Affallach awaits in Avalon
The weary sleep of the slain





Britain is fallen

the bards shall sing of deeds long done
of fallen wolves of Avalon
the bards shall sing of broken blades
great tales of  glory never to fade.
They shall say of Arthur,
and his warrior band
to a man they fell
at cold Camlan
twas long ago
these deeds were done
Let us never forget
what we have become.


The bards shall sing when death prevailed.
When warriors clad in legionary mail,
did face the beast  across the sea
the horde of death and slavery
but British steel
and a will to be free
for outlaws from hell,
together  were we
all battle scarred
we wolves  of war
free like the raven
wild as the boar


This land may fall, its enemies may reign
but we shall never kneel, we shall never be chained.
For this is our British soil, and we shall defend it till the end.





Song of the Graves

Silence is death
in the realm of sleep
where worms awaken
and slowly creep
through twilight shades
and broken dreams
to guide the slain
into another world

come Dor-Marth
the spirits   arise
on towers of ash
the banshee cries
through shadow mist
and veils of sorrow
to bale fires past
and a haunted morrow

guide us onwards
to the crooked bank
where Arthur lies still
oh  dread Camlan
the hounds of Cwn Annwn  come now
and guide his soul
to the other-side


Far from the woods of caledon
this song of graves shall always be,
Far from the woods of caledon
this song of graves shall always be,


guide us onwards
to the crooked bank
where Arthur lies still
oh  dread Camlan
the hounds of Cwn Annwn  come now
and guide his soul
to the other-side



Silence is death
in the realm of sleep
where worms awaken
and slowly creep
through twilight shades
and broken dreams
to guide the slain
into another world

come Dor-Marth
the spirits   arise
on towers of ash
the banshee cries
through shadow mist
and veils of sorrow
to bale fires past
and a haunted morrow




magic of  yore
lost to the grave
we drink from
the horn of bran galed
the grey whetstone
of  elder horgalen
the  coat of padarn
and ring of eluned
great magic of. Yore
lost to the earth
blade of rhydderch
white hilted ...........
music of swords
blunted and broken
enchanted spells
words unspoken                  




hear the song of graves
tombstones of sword blades
six feet under a  warrior slain
never to walk this earth again.
Like an autumn falling blackthorn leaf
lost in times becrimsoned  grief