Mark well this son of Ordulf
Ordgar the hunter, the warrior, the Childe,
Through Devonshire lands of my father
My bold reputation is known far and wide

Proud soldier's son proven to all
From graceful Plym to Crockern Tor
Tavistock Eaves to Wistman's Wood
My name goes on before

The noblest champion
My constant companions : bow, armour and horse
A classical hero
Unbeaten in combat, Famous par force

This bright Winter's day sally forth
Feel the bite of the wind from the North
Talk of death and unrest on the moor
And so they called for me

And so they called for me
Childe !

I stand before you as Ordulf my father
Sent me to help you, rumours abound
Talk of a monster which comes from a mountain
Lair in the snow, down through the cloud

"Childe Help Us : We turn to you in despair
This Hell Beast, Gouging and trampling and killing we swear"

Cometh the hour, cometh the hero
Herculean task with no time to waste
Find me a party of lion-hearted locals
There to support me, keen to make haste

"Childe Bless You : Our best men have fallen you see
God Speed You : Alone you must go to the heights of the North-East"

"Childe Praise You : Dispatch this Hell-driven beast
God Speed You : To frost stiffened moor, far in the North East"

Born to this duty, Bound to this land
Hardship accepted, the hunt I command
Onward to Glory, Like no-one else alive

Like no-one else alive

Breaking free we fly, man and horse as one
Green meadows are far behind, o'er frosted ground we run

Then ahead ! I see him there
His tracks in the snow
My Erymanthian Boar
Onward we go

Celebrate the hero, all will know my name
Monuments remembered, Centuries away
Childe who lived like no-one else before

I see you! Now right before my eyes
Pray tell - what Devil-spawn are you ?

A fiend from out of Hell, Working evil in the world
Today it ends, where horizon meets the sky
A readiness for death's eternal cold embrace
A chance to pass beyond to glory

Prepare yourself! Engage the clan of Cain!

A fiend from out of Hell, Working evil in the world
Today it ends, where horizon meets the sky
A readiness for death's eternal cold embrace
A chance to pass beyond to glory

Back to Hell you go !

As noblest Ordulf's son in blood and God I trust, into
The snow, Unto the breach
Fate will do as it must

Haha! Onward
Tight the reins and hard the breath
Onward to life or death

Today it ends, where horizon meets the sky
This son of Ordulf ..... like none before
Eternal cold embrace
Is this why we live our lives ?
So far from all I've known
So alone
Today it ends
This Son of Ordulf

Fast beneath my horse, his body gives me warmth
But it's not enough, it's not enough

Through the swirling snow, just before he goes
He strains to meet my gaze ..... we know

Generations fall like leaves upon the trees
Cruel Winter blows them down soon covering their deeds
But what remains?

No-one to hear my cries
My dying breath alone, no long goodbyes

Mark well this son of Ordulf
Ordgar the hunter, the warrior, the Childe

Born to this duty, Bound to this land
Fallen in glory, Ordgar still stands
Mark well the Childe who lived like none before

Like none alive, so stands the Childe
Bound to this land, through countless years
A man apart, the Childe still stands
Behold the Childe

Behold the Childe

The Childe still stands

The Childe Still Stands Today