Well I burn"t my eyes
Beneath the standing stones
In English times
Where the big oaks grow

In the drawing of the days
Cool Northumbrian nights
We turned the roman tide
Slaughtered all the ninth
In English times
In English times

We lost our land
To the celtic tribes
But it wasn't long
Before we took their lives

I've got pictures on my skin
That speak of dy'in days
The blood of ancient kings
Keeps runnin' through my days
In English times
In English times

The sun shall rise
As empire falls
Upon the broken stone
Of Hadrian's wall

In the druid's dream of peace
Beyond the Firth of Fourth
The fires of pagan priests
The dead are soon reborn
In English times