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skyclad - moongleam and meadowsweet
see her face shine in the moonlight
soft as silk and white as cream
silently i watch her slumber
gently kiss her cheek
then i lay my weary head beside hers
close my eyes and dream
in the morning she'll awake
cast off the night and shine like summer
αs she dances all about me
she sparkles like a stream
her hair is full of meadowsweet
she's wrapped in leafy green
on bended knee before you with tears in my eyes
i pledge that till my dying day my sword is on your side
forever on your side
and i love you more than life
i swear that you mean everything to me
everything i'd sacrifice
if my lady you would favour me
far brighter than the stars your smile
you hold the richest sunset in those eyes
you are england
fear not lady I'll defend you
in your cause lay down my life
when concrete dragons threaten they shall see my mettle gleam
and die if they should try to steal your cloak of leafy green
of all the things worth dying for
none sweeter have i seen
than the rose that is my england
in her cloak of leafy green
ο καλύτερος εθνικός ύμνος
skyclad - alone in death's shadow
carnal gladiators lie restless awaiting the dawn
slaves to their passion, so eager its will to perform
they wrestle the "double backed beast" face their foe hand to hand
he arena was life but alone in deaths shadow they stand
you brand the social leper, then spare no second thought
too scared to give this kiss of life, "come rise my son and walk"
on these streets of damnation the destitute huddle once more
can we pass them by just like all who have been there before?
are you so cold and heartless you can feel no shame
that we allow a human life to become a death in vein
a fear that's bred of ignorance perpetuates the lie
well there but for the mercy and the grace of god go i
prisoners in a sterile vacuum, hearts that feel but dare not touch
the freak show in this callous circus, on parade so all may look
those who gaze upon the outcasts to taste how bitter life can be
can't comprehend the pain you feel, their blinkered eyes will never see
skyclad - cancer of the hearts
there's a simple diagnosis for this vicious symbiosis
feel the growth of rogue psychosis
we are the cause, we are the cure
across each continent and nation
spread without discrimination,
we refuse our medication, yet inject the virus pure.
father, mother, sister, brother
everyone infects each other
insidious, incestuous love?
a feeling more akin to hate
vying constantly for power
and changing sides with every hour
in homes built with machine-gun-towers
the sights trained on the garden-gate
seems we made our greatest error when we named it at the start
for though we called it "human nature", it was cancer of the heart
