Frost of the ancients
\nCarving in the land
\nLife of the seacreatures
\nWritten in the sand
\nForest by the spring
\nA ruin by the brook
\nThe edge of Redmond’s carving
\nA knife through hallowed ground<\/p>\n
Cracked by the Night
\nFormidable Might
\nUnion Forswear
\nOf Men And Mer<\/p>\n
Of Men And Mer
\nOf Men And Mer<\/p>\n
Oceans of the past
\nA land of former days
\nLayers hide the years
\nFragmented decay
\nMountains from the sea
\nDisinterred by the storm
\nScorched by the sun
\nThunder forged of form<\/p>\n
Cracked by the Night
\nFormidable Might
\nUnion Forswear
\nOf Men And Mer<\/p>\n
Of Men And Mer
\nOf Men And Mer<\/p>\n
And the creatures rise
\nRise from the sea
\nOnward down the valley
\nThe valley by the glade
\nGazing at the sun
\nThe sun up above
\nA journey of a new dawn
\nA journey to hell<\/p>\n
Cracked by the Night
\nFormidable Might
\nUnion Forswear
\nOf Men And Mer<\/p>\n
Sylvan scenes of Dean Wood Valley
\nHear the calling of the rook
\nEchoing, the tree-clad slopes
\nAnd the babbling of the brook
\nUnder Persephone’s seduction
\nThe farmer works the soil
\nBenison for the day
\nAfter Autumn’s toil<\/p>\n
Maw Of The Rift
\nMaw Of The Rift
\nMaw Of The Rift
\nMaw Of The Rift<\/p>\n
Walking by the waterfall
\nA force fed from Noon Hill
\nSlippery slopes and branches
\nA bracing winter’s chill
\nTowards the sanctuary
\nClimbing over stile
\nDark and twisted path
\nEncounter with Belial<\/p>\n
Maw Of The Rift
\nMaw Of The Rift
\nMaw Of The Rift
\nMaw Of The Rift<\/p>\n
Running to the safehouse
\nThrough the door he flew
\nMet by unbelievers
\nThough all he said was true<\/p>\n
He sat down by the fireplace
\nStricken ghostly pale
\nRecalling all of his story
\nAnd supping lots of ale<\/p>\n
Turning down the path
\nOf which his tale was told
\nThree months down the line
\nA horror would unfold<\/p>\n
The wanderer returned
\nHe tried to catch his breath
\nBut where he saw Old Hob
\nHe fell down to his death<\/p>\n
A hundred evil people marched
\nThey came from Rivington
\nThey swarmed around the manor house
\nAnd broke the glass with stones
\nThey smashed down all the windows
\nThey obliterated walls
\nThey took the plaintiff’s servants
\nAnd looted the main hall<\/p>\n
Tale of ancient lore
\nFighter’s they did roar
\nScreaming hell and gore
\nIn 1534<\/p>\n
The assailants they all shouted
\n“This house we will burn down!”
\nThe rioters took over the place
\nAnd many almost died
\nThe morn of the Feast of All Hallows
\nAt the household of The Street
\nThe respectable people prayed
\nAt the church where they did meet<\/p>\n
Tale of ancient lore
\nFighter’s they did roar
\nScreaming hell and gore
\nIn 1534<\/p>\n
Oh we walk on the ground where our elders did roam
\nThey’ll never take from us the place we call home
\nIn memory of Turner and Alance we stand
\nFor this was their life; now this is our land<\/p>\n
The stones once round people now capture the rain
\nAnd the mosses they rise where they harvested grain
\nBut they’ll never take from us the right to roam free
\nAnd we’ll drink to our forefathers by the Yew Tree<\/p>\n
Take, oh take me
\nTo the Sanctuary Of The Moors
\nCome with me
\nTo the Sanctuary Of The Moors<\/p>\n
Silently watching the gloam after Eventide
\nA solitary form walks apace
\nFollowing the path from the old Black’a’Moors
\nInto the cold night’s embrace<\/p>\n
As the wind cuts through the iced winter’s air
\nAt a fork in the path, left is took
\nRipples form over the pools on the ground
\nAnd the moonlight glistens on the brook<\/p>\n
Shippon by the farm, a boundary still here
\nSpirit at the well of James Yates
\nA sigil at Pikestones, the must of heathen fire
\nFlickering as the smoke abates<\/p>\n
Cottongrass dancing amongst the Vanellus
\nAn old wooden form lies beneath
\nA land forged by ancients who came before
\nAnd the figure sits down in the heath<\/p>\n
The watch of the wanderer facing the east
\nAway from the township’s distrust
\nEver at one with the call of the vale creatures
\nSummoned here by wanderlust<\/p>\n
Take, oh take me,
\nTo the Sanctuary of the Moors
\nCome with me,
\nTo the Sanctuary of the Moors<\/p>\n
Heathen temple
\nCrooked vice
\nBordered tundra
\nNordic lives
\nWine flower
\nOenanthe
\nLanding spring
\nPast the Gallinago<\/p>\n
Between streams
\nBeneath peaks
\nAnlaf ruled
\nIn Winterhold<\/p>\n
Counting hill
\nNon-conformist
\nDevil’s dyke
\nDruid mission
\nWill Narr summit
\nCombat weary
\nShaped by shepherd
\nDry stone gate<\/p>\n
Between streams
\nBeneath peaks
\nAnlaf ruled
\nIn Winterhold<\/p>\n
Pious man
\nMoses Cocker
\nFlying high
\nFaltered, midden
\nInglenook
\nBressummer
\nGable wall
\nMillstone Grit<\/p>\n
Between streams
\nBeneath peaks
\nAnlaf ruled
\nIn Winterhold<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Of Men And Mer Frost of the ancients Carving in the land Life of the seacreatures Written in the sand Forest by the spring A ruin by the brook The edge of Redmond’s carving A knife through hallowed ground Cracked by the Night Formidable Might Union Forswear Of Men And Mer Of Men And Mer… <\/p>\n