The Call of Cerridwen
Among the pagans of the forest of gloom a strange amalgamation have happened in their worship of Cerridwen and Gwynn. Both gods tend to terrify men and yet there is a strange promise in death and slaughter. It is said that in pre-roman times men and women would sometime heed the death call of the gods and be consumed by their blood lust. Some old and preserved skulls, that are only brought forth for special rites, are the skulls taken from slain enemies in times of old. The forest certainly hides many dark secrets and deeds. An ancestor of the Cellydon family is said to have composed this song to honor the dark goddess and to give voice to the call he had heeded.
A sword day, an axe day, the red dance of steel
The blood-hunt, the head-hunt, the ravens’ delight
We slaughter great armies to make her a meal
We follow the radient Queen of the night
I come with the tempest, on black wings I come
The wrath of the earth, a flash in the sky
I gather the harvest, I beat the black drum
The Goddess of death and of battle am I
My hard-handed lovers I summon you all
By blood and by fire, for battle I crave
Leave wife and leave children, leave house and leave hall
Come under my pinions come love me and rave
A sword day, an axe day, the red dance of steel
The blood-hunt, the head-hunt, the ravens’ delight
We slaughter great armies to make her a meal
We follow the radient Queen of the night
My love is unending, my lust never dies
Come pile me a hill of skulls and of bones
My heart it is yearning for your battle-cries
I sing you a love song when the big war-drum drones
So kingdoms have fallen, so empires shake
For I am the Queen of death and of war
My warriors I bless you, for foes’ heart I break
And no sound is sweater than my army’s great roar
A sword day, an axe day, the red dance of steel
The blood-hunt, the head-hunt, the ravens’ delight
We slaughter great armies to make her a meal
We follow the radient Queen of the night
I am your provider in life and in death
I give you my love and my love never ends
I give you great valour until your last breath
And in my realm there are swords for your hands
A sword day, an axe day, the red dance of steel
The blood-hunt, the head-hunt, the ravens’ delight
We slaughter great armies to make her a meal
We follow the radient Queen of the night
I come with the tempest, on black wings I come
The wrath of the earth, a flash in the sky
I gather the harvest, I beat the black drum
The Goddess of death and of battle am I
A sword day, an axe day, the red dance of steel
The blood-hunt, the head-hunt, the ravens’ delight
We slaughter great armies to make her a meal
We follow the radiant Queen of the night