Curta'n Wall - Stonehenge's Magic

A boy pulled forth a sword from stone, history beguiled
A magic blade of mystery revealed a king within a child
In Arthur's hand it shone so bright, steel infallible
A sword to rule them all, christened Excalibur

King! He is king! He is king of all England!
Through darkness, his light shines forever for all time
He is king! He is king! His glory crowned.
Merlin's prophecies profound, Excalibur unbound

With Merlin’s guidance, spells of old, he charted paths unknown
In Camelot, his legend grew, a kingdom of his own
From humble squire to noble king, a majesty etched in stone
Sky-high spires wave his fluttering flags, King Arthur now enthroned

King! He is king! He is king of all England!
Through darkness, his light shines forever for all time
He is king! He is king! His glory crowned.
Merlin's prophecies profound, Excalibur unbound

He is king! He is king! He is king! Blessed be Uther's Son
Angels sing, hear the trumpets blow, Camelot's been won
Arthur, Arthur, our king we sing for you!
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Guided by the siege's grace
Sent you to heavens gates
When the flail knocks your skull
See the fear of God on your face
Soldiers dropping like flies
Disease and famine
Be it black plague or leprosy
Eternally damnation

Whole battalions are sick,
Frail and flailing from the pain
When the flail knocks your skull
Blunt force exposes brain
Your whole cavalry is dead
When we’re hungry, we eat horse
Push my claymore through your torso with endless force

Bloodshed on the battlefield, the arrows blot the sky
Wailing mothers mourn their sons as countless others die
Rusted mail is bound to fail, take an arrow in the eye
The bascinet will nail your neck and end your life tonight

The stench of burning flesh, terrorized and filled with dread
I will wheel my cart through the battlefield, "bring out your dead"
I recite the word of God as I pick up severed heads
The brook that runs west of the village was once clear, now it runs red

I survey the land, all I see is death
Pestilence and sorrow expressed with every breath
I shed a single tear for those who died in vain
Who left their families alone in suffering and pain
Now all that's left are the barren fields of waste
Unfertile soil and mud as thick as paste
This endless war will leave the earth scarred
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Destined for death my battle axe will cut your neck
My fort is on a hill so you could never expect to
Climb the wall, 50 meters tall
An anomaly of medieval warfare your kingdom falls

Destined for death my battle axe will cut your neck
My fort is on a hill so you could never expect to
Climb the wall, 100 meters tall
An anomaly of medieval warfare your kingdom falls

On hills so high in times long past
Medieval forts stood strong and vast
With walls of stone and gates so grand
They watched over England's green land
In each fort guards in armor bright
Guarded by day and by stormy night
Their swords would gleam in the morning sun
Ready for battles should they come

Wall of pikes sure to stop those who try to breach the top
Archers on the parapet black the sky, the sun is blocked
Deep moat circles keep ensuring the foes’ defeat
Max out our defenses, the offense is obsolete

Atop the steepest hill in the land
Sentries with long swords scale the wall, they'll cut your hand
Gate guards with crossbows kill you for sport
…….. Try to get me in my fort …………. NOPE!

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Beware of the murder hole where the drawbridge meets the gate
Searing rain of dragon spit, your fingerprints erased
Arrows dive as swift as a hawk, stones heavier than an ox
Come raining down thru apertures as narrow as a fox

Superheated sands cascade a cursed desert hail
Each grain a shard of glass with easy passage through your mail
By way of murder holes, the fortress breathes its scorching breath
Where sand and flame conspire to bring quick relentless death

Your tunic catches fire from the devil's fateful kiss
Once your flesh is crisp, douse the flame with a pale piss
Regret sets in, red hot plate armor is cooking you
You fall into the moat, now you're crocodile food

Discarded lard from sickly swine boiled to hellish temps
Turns your armor to an oven, you've been cleansed of all your sense
Insurgents look heavenward to feel hell's hot embrace
A vat of boiling rendered fat is poured upon your face

Be wary of machicolations where death lies in wait
Stones come crashing down with crushing deadly weight
A rain of boiled oil, a storm of flaming pitch
You regret you stormed the castle, you regret that you exist
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She sings an ancient tune, the only one the winds obey,
And wakes the sleeping sun at the break of dawn
The shimmering stars in the night sky like jewels in her wavy hair
If you listen close to the breeze, you’ll hear her song

The queen of the clouds in azure skies
A crown of rain atop her head
Rainbows woven into a robe of light
Blessed is the child of the moon

She sings a faint melody, only a good king can hear
She casts her dreams into the bluest yonder
From her fortress in the sky, she serenades both sun and moon
If you listen close to the wind, you'll hear her tune

She sings an ancient tune, the only one the winds obey
And wakes the sleeping sun at the break of dawn
The shimmering stars in the night sky like jewels in her wavy hair
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Amongst the trees of Sherwood, an ancient royal wood
A legend etched in time, the tale of Robyn Hood
In Nottinghamshire, the taxes rose high up towards the sky
Crushing the poor neath regal boot, the sheriff and king must die

The sharpest marksman of all time
The sheriff of Nottingham has finally met his match
The phony king of England does not stand a chance
Robyn and his merry men will take back what is theirs!

Under the king's command, the sheriff commenced a restless hunt
With hounds and hooves, they scoured the land, an effort too corrupt
Our Robyn Hood was determined to seize ill-gotten gains
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Tonight we fight the fire in our eyes
There is no break from endless war, we cannot rest tonight
The siege tower will guide us into battle
Commission armor from the blacksmith for the horse I straddle
I salute the castle high up on the hill
I pray for my family as I go in for the kill
My sharpened battle axe
Artillery prepped to attack
Trebuchet loaded and pulled back
Siege tower approaching, sky goes black

Inch by inch, inch by inch
The siege tower crawls across the battlefield

Battlements, arrow slit
Razor-sharpened arrow tip
Well equipped with gauntlets gripped
The sword I throw, your throat is slit
Armor shines bright as day
Built of stone, you're built of clay
Weaponry an array
Take your pick, they're built to slay
Skull is crushed, turned to dust
Throats been cut, thrown into mud
Blunt force trauma, you've been clubbed
Crying out for those you loved
Cannon fodder, hopelessness
Breastplate punctured openness
Thousand soldiers motionless
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The magic of Stone Henge
Forever for all time!!! Открыть страницу с текстом

A drake awakens deep in its cave
Village burning no one saved
Thatched roof torched like kindling sticks
Dragons flame flesh burnt to crisp
Swirling winds descending
The drake that guards the gold will always win
Crack your shield melt your sword
Behold the drake that guards the gold

Swirling winds of ancient rage
Fire breath turns your into coal
Flames burst through your door
Guardian of the gold deep within the mountains core

Fight a losing battle with a drake as old as time
In possession of the rage 1000 hells within its eyes
Collect the gold and souls of dead soldiers none left alive
If you encounter this ancient beast you're sure to not survive
Scaled skin seared into your mind, for all time
A drake so strong commandeered a fortified mine
On whip from its tail could cut a cow in half
Scales as strong as steel, sure thwart any attack

A drake awakens deep in its cave
Village burning no one saved
Thatched roof torched like kindling sticks
Dragons flame flesh burnt to crisp
Swirling winds descending
The drake that guards the gold will always win
Crack your shield melt your sword
Behold the drake that guards the gold Открыть страницу с текстом

His hair is made of willow leaves, his beard of tangled thyme
He watches over sprouting seeds, ensures their vines will climb
Ensures the berries plump with juice, ensures the birds are nourished
Ensures the fawns of spring are safe, sound ensures they flourish
A crown of ivy atop his head, he tends the timeless nurseries
He guards the flower beds
I think I see him right over there!
In every spore or root or leaf or fruit, I know he’s there!

A face in the foliage, a smile in the vine
Beneath the rainbow's arch, he stands ensuring life will thrive
With every hue, a song is sung, a story to be told
Vibrant life in fertile soil, blooming blossoms bold
Toadstools and worms pepper sprawling emerald scapes
Even the smallest ant most deserving of his place
He speaks in rustling branches, the murmur of the stream
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Guardian of mysteries, none can see what he knows
Draped in robes of starlight, scholarly beard of snow
A gentle spirit but a holder of great might
Weaving the threads of destiny in endless fabrics of time

With the soul of a giant and a heart of gold
The wonderment of a child whose stories yet told
He spoke in rhymes of timeless lore
But as stars must fade, so must tales of old
A twinkle in his eye, a tear falls on his beard
The final sunset, he knows his end is near
He travels towards the sky, it fades to black from blue
Back to his home amongst comets and the moon

His fingers flicked tales of old and new
Of dragons that chuckled and fairies that flew
With his magic staff carved from the core of an oak
He conjured countless mysteries simply in single strokes

The wizard looks upon his starry map
Crafting futures while mending pasts
In his hand he holds his great staff
Gripping tight as he ponders then laughs
He knows he's the last wizard indeed
Not a trace of fear, not a speck of greed
As sure as spring will turn the hills a verdant green
His magic will persist, omnipotent yet unseen Открыть страницу с текстом

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