Ascalon

England & the spear of Saint George.

When dark near consumes me whole,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon.

On days when conformity takes its toll,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon.

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When tides overrun the Isle of Avalon,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon,

On days where my heritage is long gone,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon.

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When White Cliffs are stained by flood,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon,

On days when roses lay broken, crushed,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon.

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When ruins of Camelot are myths unsung,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon,

When our hollow crown lies dull on a throne,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon.

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When light plays on the edge of Stonehenge,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon,

When we need to find what has gone wrong,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon.

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When the sun glints off the fringe of your steel,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon,

When it’s bared against the furore of our dawn,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon.

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When I scream defiance at the desolation of us,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon,

When the dragon roars and we’ve had enough,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon.

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When I recall England’s fields and gardens,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon,

When I need a spear to rally us into one,

I turn my eyes to you, Ascalon.