Glory Stainless Victories (Folkodia)

Through crumbling castle walls.... The hinting moonlight serenades Trapped in an eternal dance, it's course, Imprisoned in the black night sky... O Luna! Whisper unto me Sing to me in motionless lips And softly lull me to sleep, So that I may dream as you bid Of glory’s stainless victories That my people forged in ancient days... As in a vision I see Marathon, The armies amassed, eager to engage - At Hastings the battle cries Ring like ghastly bells to my ears; The crusader king I see return From holy lands, his armor drenched In Arabian and Moorish blood... The chill of the boreal wind Pierces me even as I dream And behold the churning sea Spew Drakkars from the mist: Dragon prows headed to the East... I have passed the guards, The gate, the wall; I took the path of swords Through foes, fire and all, Just to see my castle fall And sit in the debris Where once I was king, Now wan and of a pallid hue; A shade that secretly dreams Of glory’s stainless victories.