Winterfylleth

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Winterfylleth


Our acre, once tall
Now barren and frail
Devils, said father
Had cursed our vale

Hunt them, protect us
Go forth, I did plea
Mother did aver
The right remedy

Erce, Erce, Erce, we spoke
The rite was afoot
How graven our folk

Herb, milk and honey
They fell upon sward
Now Earth's blessed mother
Our yield, she will guard

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  2. 02. A Thousand Winters
  3. 03. The Fate Of Souls After Death
  4. 04. Defending The Realm
  5. 05. Home Is Behind
  6. 06. Forging The Iron Of England
  7. 07. An Englishman's Verse
  8. 08. Void of Light
  9. 09. The Ghost Of Heritage
  10. 10. A Soul Unbound
  11. 11. The Threnody Of Triumph
  12. 12. A Memorial
  13. 13. The Glorious Plain
  1. 14. Casting The Runes
  2. 15. The Swart Raven
  3. 16. Guardian Of The Herd
  4. 17. The Battle Of Maldon
  5. 18. Green Cathedral
  6. 19. Elder Mother
  7. 20. A Careworn Heart
  8. 21. The Divination Of Antiquity
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  10. 23. Latch To a Grave
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