The Dolmen are a Dorset based celtic rock combination, with the mix of raw … Read Full Bio ↴The Dolmen are a Dorset based celtic rock combination, with the mix of raw musical talent and onstage showmanship that makes for a band not easily forgotten.
Their infectious mix of Mystical Celtic Rock and Raggle Taggle Folk has captivated audiences all over the country for the last couple of years, now with their strongest line-up yet plus the recent release of the new album Ah Ry Ah, The Dolmen are already making a memorable inpact in the UK.
Their infectious mix of Mystical Celtic Rock and Raggle Taggle Folk has captivated audiences all over the country for the last couple of years, now with their strongest line-up yet plus the recent release of the new album Ah Ry Ah, The Dolmen are already making a memorable inpact in the UK.
Stag Lord
The Dolmen Lyrics
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Uailogenos /Joe Cato
DancingRabbit52
When the mist falls on the green hills and creeps along the vale
When the cold frost wraps the leaves and moss in silver, icened mail
When the light deceives to dull the eye, summoning the ghosts
Of Albion’s fallen heroes, the long forgotten host.
When the green shoots first fight their way up through the winter’s fall
And turn their heads towards the sun, cheering hovel and hall,
When the rooks begin to circle, above the shadowed wood
Clearing away the dark swarms and welcoming the good.
He’s sits at every fireside, he joins in every toast
He blesses every circle and every heathen boast
He smiles on every ritual and beats in every breast
Bidding you to join his herd, when you are laid to rest.
When summer’s fruitful plenty makes folk forget their ills
And bathes them in the long light through stories old and reels,
When bounty breathes its last sigh, before the fogs descend
And spitting hearths bring comfort as the easy, warm days end.
He’s sits at every fireside, he joins in every toast
He blesses every circle and every heathen boast
He smiles on every ritual and beats in every breast
Bidding you to join his herd, when you are laid to rest.
When the first hours make you shiver in dawns’ lonely start
And the thought of winters’ progress, lies heavy in your heart,
Just look towards the dark wood, seek solace in your God
The Stag Lord watches over you, from Maiden up to Hod.
He’s sits at every fireside, he joins in every toast
He blesses every circle and every heathen boast
He smiles on every ritual and beats in every breast
Bidding you to join his herd, when you are laid to rest.
He watches from the silver stream, he watches from the moor
He watches from the wooded vale, from heath land and from tor,
He watches as the years roll by, as kingdoms fade and fall
He watches England’s darkest hour, just waiting,
For the call.
Wolf paradox
When the mist falls on the green hills and creeps along the vale
When the cold frost wraps the leaves and moss in silver, icened mail
When the light deceives to dull the eye, summoning the ghosts
Of Albion’s fallen heroes, the long forgotten host.
When the green shoots first fight their way up through the winter’s fall
And turn their heads towards the sun, cheering hovel and hall,
When the rooks begin to circle, above the shadowed wood
Clearing away the dark swarms and welcoming the good.
He’s sits at every fireside, he joins in every toast
He blesses every circle and every heathen boast
He smiles on every ritual and beats in every breast
Bidding you to join his herd, when you are laid to rest.
When summer’s fruitful plenty makes folk forget their ills
And bathes them in the long light through stories old and reels,
When bounty breathes its last sigh, before the fogs descend
And spitting hearths bring comfort as the easy, warm days end.
He’s sits at every fireside, he joins in every toast
He blesses every circle and every heathen boast
He smiles on every ritual and beats in every breast
Bidding you to join his herd, when you are laid to rest.
When the first hours make you shiver in dawns’ lonely start
And the thought of winters’ progress, lies heavy in your heart,
Just look towards the dark wood, seek solace in your God
The Stag Lord watches over you, from Maiden up to Hod.
He’s sits at every fireside, he joins in every toast
He blesses every circle and every heathen boast
He smiles on every ritual and beats in every breast
Bidding you to join his herd, when you are laid to rest.
He watches from the silver stream, he watches from the moor
He watches from the wooded vale, from heath land and from tor,
He watches as the years roll by, as kingdoms fade and fall
He watches England’s darkest hour, just waiting,
For the call.
Back To The Woods
Raven Moon
beautiful music loved the video Hail Cernunnos
AlyenaStarre
First song I have checked out by this group...and I am HOOKED!!!! Love it!!!
ladyofthesummerland
FANTASTIC! The more I play this song the more I love It. Lyrics PLEASE !!
coracleman
I love this, it's just so evocative... H&B Coraclewoman
Marjon -Dutchiebritt van Aken
WOW i love this! Brilliant sound :-D
NewGunBunny
Watched these guys at Arry Paye day in Poole, the missis and I were hooked from the first cord
Chris B
Dolemen awesume band watched it at Ferrybridge pub years back.
Terminique
Great stuff!
RAR 062913
Great song :)
PeteUtonic
I got this band bangin' some drums on my video 'Stonehenge & the Druids', filmed at the 2010 Vernal Equinox.