The Battle of Badon Hill
© Tom Byrne
Author: Tom Byrne
Europa fell a-writhing to the monster from the east;
Stood Albion alone before the dark, consuming beast.
So beacons burned out brightly from the crest of every hill
To summon all to share this greatest test of Britons' will.
The beacons bright on Badon Hill
Would spurn the night on Badon Hill;
So bright
Burned Badon Hill.

From misty eastern marshes to meadow marches west,
From Alba to Cambria, the humblest men and best,
They left their farms and families, they marched with common will
They hit the road to head to Badon Hill.

The beacons bright on Badon Hill
Would spurn the night on Badon Hill;
So bright
Burned Badon Hill.

A brotherhood, these sons of Brutus met the brutish foe,
And on the brow of Badon Hill they laid invaders low.
Though dead for fifteen centuries these men could teach us still
How Britons stood united on the brow of Badon Hill.

The beacons bright on Badon Hill
Would spurn the night on Badon Hill;
So bright
Burned Badon Hill.

Where today is unity when old folk die of cold?
Where today is unity when millions take the dole?
When children play precariously by ruined mine and mill -
I'll hit the road to head to Badon Hill!

The beacons bright on Badon Hill
Would spurn the night on Badon Hill;
So bright
Burned Badon Hill.

The guardians of the Grail have failed to feed the famished land,
But spread instead its fruits among their own exclusive band.
A wasteland lies awaiting for the words to break the spell;
I'll hit the road and bawl them from the brow of Badon Hill!

A question bawled from Badon Hill
A nation called to Badon Hill
Come all
To Badon Hill

Ask it:

'Whom does the Grail serve?'

A pilgrimage to Badon Hill will pass by fields and towns,
By forest glades, by motorways, by hills, by dales, by downs.
The magic once within the land reveals itself there still
When pilgrims pass these places on the road to Badon Hill!

The beacons bright on Badon Hill
Would spurn the night on Badon Hill;
So bright
Burned Badon Hill.

Beneath the British asphalt lies Albion asleep,
Within the soul-soil sterile, his seed is buried deep.
We'll shake Him from His slumber, we'll tend thats seed until
Those beacons burn once more on Badon Hill!

The beacons bright on Badon Hill
Would spurn the night on Badon Hill;
So bright
Burned Badon Hill.