The Insurrection Lyrics

Brethren, be you now alert! On every river’s swelling tide Our homesteads burn and souls between, While sacred woodland wasted lie. Beneath the stems un-wavered, As legions roll through soil and camp. Warriors all, now firm and fearless, Ascend to mighty heights and sing. To the foes of men, defiance, Undaunted then, no looks behind, The voice of freedom rushing ever onwards, As the night shall close around. Sleep now, then wake again, Ready for the storming maelstrom, Gathered on the open plains, Seething in a hellish fervour! Loose not helm nor buckler, Show no rest to men of war, Brethren, be you now alert! For tyrants sail onto our shore. Over ridges steep of war, Through cloven ranks of battle, Golden tor and sword together, Flashing then through storms of iron. An arm with spear uplifting signs, A beacon of rebellion burns!