Learn these Virtues - Randwulf

Gather heathens kindred folk,

in the groves we make our blot.

Fly our flags, make boasts to our Gods,

be proud of what we've got.

Praise our courage and selfishness,

for we are brave and strong.

Always be true, be honest with yourself,

your life will not go wrong.

Next is to promise our honour,

and stand by what we believe.

Do not fail our kindred,

 do not ever try to deceive.

We worship our fidelity,

our family faith and folk.

Stay away from  ever hurting them,

be together like just fire and smoke.

Discipline and duty,

use the strength that lies inside you.

Use these virtues wisely,

and your folk will stand beside you.

Make yourself hospitable,

welcome family and our folk.

Give them a place within your hall,

the warmth of 'fire and smoke'.

Industriousness, work hard for your goals,

be strong within your mind.

Set your goals and aim for them,

and teach this to help your kind.

Self reliance, don't rely on others,

do it all for yourself.

Make sure you keep an active mind,

and focus on your health.

Last but not least is perseverance,

because life is hard at times.

Stand up and fight for what you believe,

and all that life combines.

Remember these nine virtues,

please practice them every day.

Be proud of who you are,

and don't let anything get in your way.
 

The Wiltshire Downs - Randwulf

All across this land of old,

our people have left their mark,

On the hill's of the Wiltshire downs.

From the paths and the valleys,

to the trees in a row,

To the warrior's remains in the mounds.

White horses stand,

In the chalk carved land,

On the hill's of the Wiltshire down's.

The Ridgeway shines,

as the sun goes down,

The road through the ancient grounds.

Our people have farmed,

and fought unarmed.

On the hill's of the Wiltshire downs.

From the forts,

to the castles in the ancient land,

Still the cry of our people sounds.

Now a new dawn comes,

and our people gather,

On the hill's of the Wiltshire downs.

Folk are together,

getting ready for the fall,

Like a Wolf being hunted by the hounds.

Sitting by my fire - Randwulf

Sitting by the fire I'm as happy as can be,

drinking mead and pondering how life is good to me.

I'm glad that I'm an Englisc man and not from over sea,

seems all the other countries folk are full of jealousy.

I think of all my history and how it set me free,

the blood that runs inside my veins and through my family tree.

I think of all my kin alike, it fills me up with glee,

but most of all I'm happiest that England is my key.

Even if I'm last - Randwulf

Even if, I'm the last of my kind,

I'll fight until I die.

You'll feel my anger when you feel my bite,

It's never fear when you hear my cry.

Even if you burn my flag,

I'll raise it once again.

You'll see it fly in the heat of the battle,

You'll never see the Wyvern slain.

Even if you hunt me down,

I'll howl to my pack to come.

You'll see them arrive to eat you alive,

You'll never see them hide or run.

Even if you bring your army,

I'll never turn my back to you.

You'll see my teeth are growling back,

You'll never see old England through.

And even if you think we are weak,

then come and see what I can do,

Because we are one,

but not alone,

And you'll never see us bow to you.

Step in to my circle - Randwulf

Step into my circle of light,

the darkness is raging for war,

stand beside me all my kin and fight within my wall.

Sword or Axe, we arm ourselves and stand here side by side,

You are my people and I am your brother,

we never retreat or hide.

Within my circle nothing can hurt you, the God's will keep you safe,

Englisc and proud, we attack as a crowd,

our people have honour and faith.

This circle of light the eternal flame, no one shall suffer in gain,

within the wall, Englisc in vain,

'Hail England' our blood in your name.

Howl of the wolf

Listen carefully to the howl of the English winds,

for it carries a message of war,

Listen as it travels across the land,

for the wolf is silent no more.

The howl of the wolf,

is the cry of the damned,

Englisc folk gather,

lets fight for your land,

we shall feast on the enemies cause.

The wolf has awoken his cry has been heard,

Englisc blood boiling,our pack has been stirred,

Ancients and prophets,

you will have our word,

For the Englisc have sharpened their claws.