Forging The Iron Of England letra

Where are now the bones of staunch fabricus?
Wayland open for me the door to the underworld
Art you king in your own right?
Cold iron your ware
Excalibur your pride
So no that harm
Through this threshold may come!

A symbol of craftsmanship,
A consoling image of permanence
Amid the flux and decay of earthly existence
Ye are but faithful treasurers of the lord's wealth
The articiers of spiritual jewels
...And the smiths of celestial weapons

Winterfylleth - Letras

• A Careworn Heart
• A Memorial
• A Soul Unbound
• A Thousand Winters
• A Valley Thick With Oaks
• An Englishman's Verse
• Æcerbot
• Casting The Runes
• Defending The Realm
• Elder Mother
• Ensigns Of Victory
• Forging The Iron Of England
• Forsaken In Stone
• Foundations Of Ash
• Gateway To The Dark Peak/The Wayfarer (Part 1: The Solitary One Waits For Grace)
• Green Cathedral
• Guardian Of The Herd
• Home Is Behind
• Latch To A Grave
• Led Astray In The Forest Dark
• Mam Tor (The Shivering Mountain)
• Over Borderlands
• Pariah's Path
• The Battle Of Maldon
• The Dark Hereafter
• The Divination Of Antiquity
• The Fate Of Souls After Death
• The Fields Of Reckoning
• The Ghost Of Heritage
• The Glorious Plain
• The Hallowing Of Heirdom
• The Honour Of Good Men On The Path To Eternal Glory
• The Nymph
• The Ruin
• The Shepherd
• The Swart Raven
• The Threnody Of Triumph
• The Wayfarer (Part 2: Awakens He, Bereft Of Kinsmen)
• The Wayfarer (Part 3: To Find Solace... Where Security Stands)
• Void of Light
• Warrior Herd
• Whisper Of The Elements