An Albione curse

Many years back when these old oaks were young
Many years before the Pendragon would come
A low and evil deed was done
In the dark of the Greenwood
In the dark of the Greenwood

From the shores of Lyonesse King William came
To Albion fair, King Harold to slay
With greed in his heart and his scurrilous claim
He took the land for his own
He took the land for his own

Now John was a blacksmith, an honest old man
He raised up his children and he worked with his hands
At his family’s forge in the patch of land
In the dark of the Greenwood
In the dark of the Greenwood

King William rode out after his victory
To ravage the land in his hunger to thieve
For hunting grounds in the Gloucester trees
He took the land for his own
He took the land for his own

But if you steal the land of an Albione
Then you shall know this curse
Your first born son’s warm blood will run
Upon old Albion’s earth

Now King William’s son was called Rufus the Red
He took up the crown when his father was dead
And he rode the hunting grounds in his stead
In the dark of the Greenwood
In the dark of the Greenwood

But John’s curse it called out and a hunter fired low
His arrow struck Rufus with a sickening blow
And he fell from his horse to the ground below
And the land took him for it’s own
And the land took him for it’s own

So if you steal the land of an Albione
Then you shall know this curse
Your first born son’s warm blood will run
Upon old Albion’s earth

Many years back when these old oaks were young
Many years before the Pendragon would come
A low and evil deed was done
In the dark of the Greenwood
In the dark of the Greenwood