Albion

Hear my tremble hear my voice Only then shall I rejoice My weakness tells of faults I've done In the mists of Avalon So break my soul and take my sword Leave me to the mercy of the lord I lost all that I cared for In the winters of Aviemore I can't say what's to come 'Till the Moirai thread is spun But I hope that you'll be near When Atropos wields her shears Haunted by memories, burdening beasts Poisoned by judgement I fled to the east Seeking forgiveness and solace of mind I left you behind Warriors of hate gather in the cold frost They're going to war on all that is lost Feeding on my flesh so tender As I try to remember What I have done Is what I'll become But now it's all gone What I have done Is what I'll become But now it's all gone Into oblivion Hear my tremble hear my voice Only then shall I rejoice Through darkness I still stumble on With memories of London