At The Edge Of The World-Winter In Eden

Across the Menai stand the chosen ones Within the groves of sacred oaks their incantations rise Women dance and bless the ground this day Will there be victory or death and glory? None can say The restless legions stand, await the call Among the swollen ranks they wait to cross the raging sea Masséd foreign horde is thousands strong Sons of the Tiber from the seven hills, they march on and on At the edge of the world, we stand and fall At the end of days, hear the final call As the breaking dawn shows the sacrifice, time will tell In the heart of this land we still dwell The ruthless warriors clash upon the shore Defenders broke on legionnaires on that fateful moon Screams of wounded from the killing ground The children will be victims shown no mercy, left to die A fallen son Sees what greed has done Futile theatre of war He fades in silence And all hope is gone.