Avalon's Fall

Behind the mists of Avalon

a magic realm stands

trusting its fate in the ladies hands

and in the wit of the elder mage

Beyond the walls of Adrian

Britain lies divided

the warrior king has pagan heart

but the Romans deceived his mind

By the fields of Britain

in a might and golden land

rides an army

knowed by every man

Fearless pagan men

fifteen years away from home

in duty with their captain

to guard the walls of Rome

Cursing the old costumes

bring magic to its end

building christian churches

in Avalon´s pagan lands

fighting for an empire

corrupted by it´s faith

using a sole-divinity

to spread terror death and rage

[Refrao]

We´ll be back home

We´ll cross the highest hills

We´ll see the forests again

and forget the battle fields!

Ride to the north gate;

thats all what Rome asks

to earn your freedom

complete your final task

Cross the tribal lands

seek blessings from the woods

broad swords once again

and kill your own barbarian roots

Stand against the Saxons

we know we´ll not return

to make true their prayers

we´ve sacrificed our sons

Fearless pagan men

will never be back home

dying as their captains

defending the christian throne