The Horns of Gefrin

Flame's adoration deep underfoot
 Staves of the Volur crusted in soot
 Bones that mutter their legacy
 Obscure barrow smite the heavenly
 Conscript of ancient ways despite their demise
 Crystal eyes, hold despise, in hundreds that arise
 Virility and rage, from the stone and iron age
 Earthen bell, burial cage, in blood they assuage
 Restless warriors upsurge, war drums pace their trudge
 Wretched soil drinks the carnage
 Resurrection tolls, god has no control
 Deathless and divine Gododdin soul
 (This) foul bishop who defiled at Glen
 Feel the rage of heathens return once again
 The great hall echoes our revelry through time
 Shadow of the great goat's horns so sublime
 Gefrin is alive, the old gods forever thrive
 Lavish in death from the Henge to their hive
 Birthright reborn, a legacy restored
 Death to your flock, by Gefrin's ancient horde