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.

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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