Each kingdom leaves its mark Long after the king is gone Battles fought and monuments raised in steadfast stone Ancient paths meander Through the lands of the present day Ruined forts stand guard As sentinels of yesterday Strata of existence Layer after layer Forming the Albion of today Spiritus in Terra We hear the whispers of the ancients on the wind Over fens and woods and dales come messages of old Windswept hills eternally stand astride the verdant earth Forests cast their shadows on the soil From which all life began