The Death of Xantalia

Cerridwen of the Lios Alfar

Oh who will take up arms with me for honour and the light
And who will brave the darkness and stand fast against the night?
And who will bear the healing cup for sake of Albion
And who will save the fallen now Xantalia is gone?

When darkness came and spirits fell, unliving stalked the land
At Marin’s call they stormed the camp and slew at his command
The Greenwood rang with clash of steel and blood ran thick and black
Xantalia strode through the dark, to bring the wounded back

She took the Healing Cup in hand; with sharpened sword she fought
By Bacchus blessed she ventured forth; she feared the darkness not
In darkness then they found her; bore her home without a sound
And buried her at dead of night, the Greenwood all around

The brandy cools beneath her blouse: her clothes are soaked with blood
Her laughing voice is silent now; her sword lies in the mud
Her corpse lies cold and fallen ‘neath the woods of Albion
But her soul is with the ancestors: Xantalia lives on.

Oh who will take up arms with me for honour and the light
And who will brave the darkness and stand fast against the night?
And who will bear the healing cup for sake of Albion
And who will save the fallen now Xantalia is gone?