Archdruid (2025) Archdruid 🇺🇸 USA

Through the mist and ancient trees
Tempest mountain we did see
Twisted landscape, thunderous skies
To the manor, we arrived

Are ye demon?
Are ye ghost?
Wretched violence was our host

Catacombs stretched wide and long
Like a hive, there roared a throng
Digging in the master’s grave
I fell through, I can’t be saved
Crawling through the earth
I found a dynasty cursed

Gnashing teeth and ill matched eyes
Never to see the skies
Sharpened fangs and matted fur
What kind of death do you prefer?
Dragged into a darkened lair
Throat slashed open, wide and bare

Cold sweats terror, life resigned
Lurking fear is in my mind
Fever dreams that bid me wake
For a devil is brought to light

In days of old, nine mortal kings
They were corrupted by the dark lord’s rings
Became the Nazgûl, ride from Mordor
Ride in darkness forevermore

Run Frodo, run Frodo
Got to make haste
Nine black riders
Dark immortal wraiths
Sent by the Witch King
From the Black Gate
Ride the dragon, fly away!

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Beware the Ringwraiths
Onward they ride, the black riders!

540 fathoms deep
He'll meet you in his murky keep.
Take you down to the abyss
You will hear his righteous hiss.

He dwells within the dark and mire.
A holder of an ancient fire.
Serpent body bane of man
from the days of olde Pictland.

He raises up his head
beneath waves of dread
A wisened soul has he
The master of the deep

He sinks beneath the loch
Ice age secrets deepest rocks
A God before mankind
Time he bends and unwinds.

In darkness holds the key
Reigns in monstrous infamy
This world will never know
For his heart he cannot show.

No one can ever know
No one can ever know…

A wayward soul strolls through the land
Tells tales of onslaught
And the death of his clan
Far from home
He’s all alone
No lord to serve
No rings of gold
He remembers his kinsmen
Remembers his king
Remembers the mead hall
And the songs they’d sing

A warrior must know
The grim truth of this world
Of sorrow and loss, not glory and gold
The spinners weave, destiny is all
Serpents rise
And kingdoms fall
Where is the horse?
Where is the rider?
The wise man knows the will of the fighter

Storms beat stone cliffs
In the darkness of winter
Night descends and the north delivers
A fury of hail in hatred at men
So spoke the wanderer
Hear his lament

And the fury of his mind

He’s the wanderer
He’s a fool
Once a warrior
Fate is cruel

Killer, a taker of souls
Druid magic, the story unfolds
The people came unto a new land
They met an army, that's how it all began

Burning, blinding, blazing fire
The king stands higher
Raises sword up to the sky
It's your time to die
The hero guides the way
His shining light will slay

It's a sword of light, burns through the night
When it takes the field, the armies will yield
Nuada of Tuatha de Danann.
He rules with a silver arm
The hero guides the way
His shining light will slay

Fir Bolg never stood a chance
Ancient evil, Nuada will dance
Balor, demon of the abyss
Kingslayer, the light did slip

Burning, blinding, blazing fire
Demon drags the sword to the mire
Speak in riddles, times untold
Forge a hero, make him bold
Retrieve the treasure, shining bright
Guided by fate and light

It's a sword of light, burns through the night
When it takes the field, the armies will yield
Nuada of Tuatha de Danann.
He rules with a silver arm
The hero guides the way
His shining light will slay

Burning, blinding, blazing fire
The king stands higher
Raises sword up to the sky
It's your time to die
The hero guides the way
His shining light will slay

Outlaws of the green wood
They will not be broken
Escaping the noose, they will live in truth
Their spirits have awoken
They wear a simple guise, the sheriff they despise
Their lives, they have forsaken
Rather than be chained, in the forest, they remain
Escaping death and torture

A hero will rise
Arrows in the sky
He wears a cloak of green
Under hood, he can't be seen
The people's champion
Righting all the wrongs
Men of wealth and greed
Brings them to their knees

Outlaws of the green wood
Their will be no pardon
For a simple dreg, a price for his head
He soon will be departed
A stranger on the road, can’t tell by his clothes
He is the prince of thieves
A dagger under cloak
He wears the king's own brooch
Vexing the shire reeve

A hero will rise
Arrows in the sky
He wears a cloak of green
Under hood, he can't be seen
The people's champion
Righting all the wrongs
Men of wealth and greed
Brings them to their knees

Outlaw of the green
Fiercest fighter you've ever seen
Swords and archery, saving his country
He fights the laws of his own land
Truth and justice with him stand
Redistribute all the wealth
Forest men, they move in stealth
Keen of eye and strong of limb
No king can challenge him

Captured by the king
Lusting for his maiden
Crippled and imprisoned
To be a slave he’s fated
Shackled and chained
Robbed of all treasure
Sent off to an island
To be enthralled forever
Vengeance of the Elf lord
Cruelty and malice
Beheading of the Athelings
Skulls into chalices
Walk backwards through the snow
No one ever knows
Cross his path and die
Vengeance his heart cries

By the deck of a ship
By the edge of a shield
By the back of a horse
And the blade of a sword

Blood on the bellows
Your sons lay dead
Drink from the goblets
That were chiseled from their heads
Like eagles fly
I will soar
Now that your sons
They draw breath no more
Through mists of time
My legend grows
Memories of vengeance
And of hammer blows
Behold Wayland
Defeater of the king
Behold Wayland
Bearer of many rings

Go down to Ashbury
Walk to the circle of stones
There, you can hear the pounding of steel
And the crushing of bones