Last Stand On Gibraltar Lyrics

In Gorham’s Cave, out of the cold, we huddle round
The Fire of Nerfil we have burned for generations,
Weary and worn down, the coughing claims the Ancient One.
Fear dances in the flames for we are abandoned:
Our Gods have fled; the winter is without end
And the Southern Devils hunt us down…

On the brink, last in line
Pushed into the corner,
Out of hope, out of time
Facing extinction…
Last stand on Gibraltar!
Last stand on Gibraltar!

The seasons stand encased in ice, a frost wind blows
Across the marsh it bears the sounds of chanting,
They come for us; black faces mad against the snow.
Rage courses in our veins for we are too few:
They come for blood and blood is what we’ll give them
And with violence curse the Whore of Fate…

On the brink, last in line
Pushed into the corner,
Out of hope, out of time
Facing extinction…
Last stand on Gibraltar!
Last stand on Gibraltar!

With club and spear we smash into their scrawny forms
One last dance with The Bear God in our hearts
Crushing bone, tearing flesh, roaring out defiance!
Hate shines in our eyes for this is our end-time:
Despair and anguish; the Devils kill the children
And beneath the insect swarm we fall…

On the brink, last in line
Pushed into the corner,
Out of hope, out of time
Facing extinction…
Last stand on Gibraltar!
Last stand on Gibraltar!