Pete's Solstice
Solstice
Standstill
Buried Treasure
Simon
Claire
One More Candle
Judith
Silver Spoon
Weggie
Man
Henwick Road School
Eltham Baths
After School
StationMasters House
Ridgebrook Terrace
End Of The Line
Foxhole Cottage
Anyone For Tennis
Plantagenet
Thames Barrier
O Horse
Carnivore
Corvus Corone Corone
Troglodyte Troglodyte
Navigator
Earth Mover
No Time
Doctor Doctor!
One Degree Under
Sten Gun
We Trained
Donner Und Blitzen
Friday Night
Post
Legionnaire
Motor100
Two Tone
Jump Jet
BenLomond
Metamophis
Good God
Now
Advanced Level
The Wall
Unsuccessful
Masochists
Woden
Nagasaki
EarlyToBed
BlessTheBride
Dead is Dead
A Penny For Them
My Old Dutch
Hush
Woden silent sentinel of war,
Once used his awful might as law,
But now protects the golden land,
Gives strength to each little band
Of Farmers, Fishers, Freemen all,
Who look above at his form so tall
And recognise that fear of might
Can only last as long as night.

Strengths of purpose is good indeed,
And might of mind is all we need
To overcome the thought that war
Is to be our doom for ever more.

Woden, as God of War,
Must truly be held in highest awe,
But, as Defender of the Meek,
His praises we must always speak.

Oh Woden, give me the strength of ten,
Raise me above lesser men.
Now I pledge my life to thee,
Forever, and enternity.