17 February 2013
We climbed the stones today, Lay, horizontal, gazing up into The eyes of Britain's Lost Gods
Me and King Arthur, prostrate On top, of the Henge, English Heritage Screaming blue murder, demanding We get off
Well, we got arrested, but the Best thing is, we are now bailed To do it again, tonight, we have a plan To bring many more to this sacred Bit of land,
Our land, England
Cut the fences, burn the rope, Reveal English Heritage as a joke How dare they Stop us, at our cathedral, From praying, from mounting The King Stones, 'You'll damage them' Yup, 5000 years of English weather, Wars, and bombs, and sacrilegious roads And us, climbing on them will damage them?
Rebel. Rebellion.
Stone wills. True hearts. Starts to make a difference. Free The Stones Join the Warband.
Rebellion • Opuss № I