Old Walls, Wild Woods

Beneath the spreading boughs of ages In defence of time Remnants stand, of battered armies Sprung from Woden's line For the words of the serpent's tongue We paid a bitter price Now behold the dawn's first rays On fields of broken ice Within old walls, and wild woods Where the fallen leaves lie deep The icy grip, of deepest winter Shakes off a thousand years of sleep And when it falls, the blood of ancients To lie in pools upon the soil It's strength will be our victory Through wisdom Through war Through toil.