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