Mists Over Albion

[Verse 1]

A thousand years, a tale asleep,

Where ancient mists their secrets keep.

The winds of time begin to rise,

And wake the past beneath the skies.

A land of kings, of dreams and lore,

Of ancient castles, tales of war.

Each weathered stone, each hill and stream,

Still holds the echoes of a dream.

[Pre-Chorus]

Across the fields, through valleys deep,

Where ancient shadows softly sleep,

The voices of the ages call,

Their timeless echoes never fall.

[Chorus]

Mists over Albion,

Carry tales of ages gone.

Beneath the crowns of kings of old,

A thousand legends still unfold.

Through storm and sea, through distant skies,

A flame within this land survives.

Albion, forever free,

Your soul lives on eternally!

[Verse 2]

At Stonehenge, silent stones remain,

Through endless years, through sun and rain.

The whispering winds move through the night,

Guarding secrets out of sight.

The White Cliffs rise above the sea,

Where Dover stands so proud and free.

From distant shores, the ships draw near,

Beneath the skies both vast and clear.

[Pre-Chorus]

Across the fields, through valleys deep,

Where ancient shadows softly sleep,

The voices of the ages call,

Their timeless echoes never fall.

[Chorus]

Mists over Albion,

Carry tales of ages gone.

Beneath the crowns of kings of old,

A thousand legends still unfold.

Through storm and sea, through distant skies,

A flame within this land survives.

Albion, forever free,

Your soul lives on eternally!

[Verse 3]

A cup of tea, a quiet day,

While rain outside falls soft and grey.

Within these homes, the world stands still,

As time drifts past each vale and hill.

In northern lands, the heather grows,

Where Highland winds forever blow.

Through misty peaks and valleys wide,

Old songs of Scotland still abide.

[Bridge]

Can you hear the voices call?

Can you feel the ages fall?

Kings and kingdoms fade away,

Yet their legends still remain.

Worlds may change and years may fly,

But this land will never die.

Through a thousand years and more,

Its ancient tales will live once more!

[Final Chorus]

Mists over Albion,

Carry tales of ages gone.

From Stonehenge to the shores of Dover,

Ancient spirits watch forever.

Through storm and sea, through distant skies,

A flame within this land survives.

Albion, forever free,

Your soul lives on eternally!

[Outro]

As daylight fades and mists return,

The stars above begin to burn.

Through silent hills, across the land,

An ancient song will always stand.

Mists over Albion...

A timeless story, a homeland strong.

Mists over Albion...

Forever proud, forever on.