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Song of the Graves - The Wolves of Avalon
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 queen were coming now
And guide his soul
To the other side
Far from the woods of caledon
This song of the graves shall always be
Far from the woods of caledon
This song of the graves shall always be
Guide us onwards
To the crooked bank
Where arthur lies still
Oh dread camlan
The hounds of queen were coming 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 steel
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 grief
