VERSE 1
Sold out by the Vortigern
We watch our people die
Fields ablaze as churches burn
The Saxon banners fly.
Then come days as black as night
We’re tortured in our homes
Hope has flown and not in sight
Until our savior comes.
From the humblest of us all
He frees the sword-in-stone
As the Dragon-star, it falls
He sits upon the throne.
The dragon’s red,
his horse is white,
He’s first upon the field
None can stand before his might
Our foes are forced to yield.
CHORUS
Ever burns the candle
in the darkness
Ever glows the halo
‘neath the deep
Faith is the eye through
which to see it
And the life of the dying man.
VERSE 2
Twelve battles bloodily,
We fight with iron will
None withstand our cavalry
Our enemies, we kill.
Then the Vortigern, he flees
And mocks us from his tower
Upon its stones, we lay a siege
And immolate the coward.
Gododdin in our hands
We thank Almighty God
King and Magi christen lands—
We build white Camelot.
Our golden age has now begun
To last a thousand years
Tournaments and maidens won
None have cause for tears.