Old Gods

Upon the moor and the mountainside We meet before the dawn From barren shores to the tumuli The old religion lives on At the sunrise The stones and stars align Light up the fires 'Cause old gods never die Oh, well, they say that Jerusalem Was built on English ground But from the tor to the sunken fen We stand on heathen land At the sunrise The stones and stars align Light up the fires 'Cause old gods never die Old gods never die So to the peak we climb Holding torches high We keep the flame alive At the sunrise The stones and stars align At the sunrise The stones and stars align Light up the fires 'Cause old gods never die Never die