Created from the remnants of an ancient Anglo-Saxon poem about the mutability of man`s creation.

Upon the grim hill, a shadow is cast by the moon`s pale embrace.

Lofty and still and scarred to the root by the wind pouring days.

Hryre wong gecrong gebrocen to beorgum.

On sylfor on þas beorchtan burg.

Remember the morn, when princes were born and the poems were sung.

Good men they were torn, the voices of ever lament years of young.

Video material recorded at Castlefest 2017 by Bastaard | Erik Wildeman Film