Hillfort Ghoul

Who is this that strokes my cold face? I'm here, beneath the sloping heather Come...close your eyes put your head against this earth I'll tell you my story of death by invader's blade A dragon from the south, red gold it shone in the heat of Haerfestmonath winding its way unto the fort of Wych Some braced with a stake we took our place on slingshot skyline We children all knew the war song I rained my stones at the tribes and felt the battle inside as elders slew, and fell at long range I heard the gate crash and the swords clash and the stab in my side, open wide as I fell into the red and wet ditch And I cried for my father, my mother my sisters, my brothers and then the gods Come with me...it's alright