The Ring Of The Ancients
White Skull Lyrics


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Lost in a middle of the forest painted black
Hundred knights praying bres
Can you hear their singing voices
Ascending to the moon
Here's the gates of Annwn

Lifeless my limbs torpid my tongue
In purple robe sits a warrior old
Telling stories of dead comrade bold
Their bodies fell as their spirit rose
To the home of the heroes Herjan's hall

Mystic riddles, symbols of the stones
See the ancient rites, never known before
Revelation, come black sun
Burning inner fire, never felt before

Oh, when time has come, rise your fist
Feel the power that comes from the past

Ring of the ancients calling
Deep down inside my heart
Ring of the ancients calling
Proud warrior never die

Creep iron serpent, come almighty bres
Sacred pictures drawn of wood




Shadows dancing around almighty stones
Marching skeletons on battlefields

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to White Skull's "The Ring of the Ancients" paint a dark and mystical picture of a ritualistic ceremony taking place in the middle of a black forest. The scene is set with the chanting voices of a hundred knights who are praying to the goddess Bres. As their voices rise, they ascend to the moon and arrive at the gates of Annwn, a Welsh mythological otherworld.


Here, they encounter a purple-robed old warrior who tells stories of dead comrades and the heroic afterlife they have reached in Herjan's hall. The lyrics describe the mystic riddles and ancient rites that are performed, unveiling symbols and uncovering revelations as the black sun ignites an inner fire never felt before. The power of the past is palpable, and the proud warrior never dies.


The song then takes a darker turn, describing the creeping of an iron serpent and the imagery of shadows dancing around almighty stones, marching skeletons on battlefields. The Ring of the Ancients is calling, deep down inside the heart, a symbol of ancient power and pride.


Overall, the lyrics to "The Ring of the Ancients" paint a vivid and intense picture of a complex ceremony steeped in mythology and ritual. The song is a celebration of the mystical power of the past and the pride of the warrior spirit.


Line by Line Meaning

Lost in a middle of the forest painted black
We are lost in a dark and dreary forest.


Hundred knights praying bres
One hundred knights are praying to Bres, a powerful god.


Can you hear their singing voices
Listen carefully and you can hear the knights singing praises to their god.


Ascending to the moon
Their voices rise up to the moon above.


Here's the gates of Annwn
We have arrived at the gates of Annwn, a mythical place in Welsh folklore.


Lifeless my limbs torpid my tongue
I am numb and unable to move or speak.


In purple robe sits a warrior old
An old warrior sits before us, wearing a purple robe.


Telling stories of dead comrade bold
He is telling tales of a brave comrade who met his demise.


Their bodies fell as their spirit rose
The fallen warriors' bodies remained on earth, while their spirits ascended to a place of honor.


To the home of the heroes Herjan's hall
Their spirits went to Herjan's hall, a legendary home for heroes.


Mystic riddles, symbols of the stones
We are surrounded by mystical riddles and symbols etched into the stones here.


See the ancient rites, never known before
We are bearing witness to ancient rituals we have never seen before.


Revelation, come black sun
A revelation is occurring as the black sun rises.


Burning inner fire, never felt before
A new and intense passion is growing within me, unlike anything I've ever felt before.


Oh, when time has come, rise your fist
When the time is right, raise your fist in triumph.


Feel the power that comes from the past
Remember and connect with the strength of our ancestors.


Ring of the ancients calling
There is a powerful and ancient call within us.


Deep down inside my heart
This call is deep within my heart.


Proud warrior never die
A brave warrior's spirit never truly dies.


Creep iron serpent, come almighty bres
An iron serpent is creeping towards us, summoned by the god Bres.


Sacred pictures drawn of wood
We see sacred images carved into wooden surfaces.


Shadows dancing around almighty stones
Shadows and figures seem to dance around the towering stones here.


Marching skeletons on battlefields
Amidst scenes of battle and death, we see the eerie march of skeletons.




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