,,Of days gone by"

(Verse 1)

The mist is crawling down the chalky mountain side,

Where whispers of the ancient ages softly hide.

The giants of the Stonehenge stand in circles deep,

The secrets of the old forgotten rites they keep.

The Celtic blood has fed the roots of sacred oaks,

Where druids read the fate within the campfire smokes.

(Chorus)

O, ancient land of forests and the wild sea shore,

The land of Albion, where heavy clouds will soar.

From Roman legions’ march to Saxon arrows’ flight —

You keep the names of those who claimed your soil and might.

(Verse 2)

The Rome has paved its roads through fog and heavy rain,

And built the walls to hold the clans and end the pain.

But ramparts fell, and from the East, across the foam,

The dragon-ships had come to burn the hearth and home.

Beneath the clash of steel and cries of warlike men,

The world was born anew from ash and ruins then.

(Verse 3)

King Arthur in the shade of forests, dark and old,

Has gathered round the Table knights and heroes bold.

And Camelot was shining like a ghost of light,

Until the throne was claimed by shadows of the night.

Excalibur is sleeping in the lake so deep,

But England’s heart still hears the vows it has to keep.

(Chorus)

O, ancient land of forests and the wild sea shore,

The land of Albion, where heavy clouds will soar.

From Roman legions’ march to Saxon arrows’ flight —

You keep the names of those who claimed your soil and might.

(Outro)

The battle cries are fading, fires burn to grey,

The heather keeps the steps of gods who passed away.

Britannia is frozen in the mists of yore,

Preserving ancient pride and peace forevermore.