I raise my sword high above my head
My shield at my side
For England I cry
As I ride headlong into battle
My blade slices through the air
The enemy drops at my feet
To stay where they lie
The heat of battle rages all around
Blood runs like a river
On the baron ground
The screams of the dying fill my mind
Then the king himself is slain
A victim of a sty arrow from our own bows
Chaos reigns
For the only thing on Gods earth worse then to win in battle
Is to lose
Then we advance and the enemy flees
Oh how great is my love for thee
Victory comes at a price
But with the grace of god
I shall see the sun rise
Glory be
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