Hark our steeds for present service neigh We are legion Soon our swords with English blood will meet The signs of war advance Behold the sun does shine
did cut like a scythe through hay And blood from the wounds did feed the thirsting soil The ravens watched, impatient for their hour Hungry for the flesh
names Riders of the imperial guard heroic and brave like the kings of the realm Riders of the imperial guard bravery adorn their resolute hearts The blood
They raised their swords as if to pierce the skies Ignoring all others Their weapons forged by daemon-hands Enslaved since the time of creation The skies
shame in their hearts The old man could but weep His defeat he could not deny With gun-stones and swords; his army destroy'd And the soil discolour'd with blood
A lonely man on a lonely journey Bewildering ways he rode The heavens did not treat him fairly And the winds did chill him to the bones Through icy
splendid weapons Fast horses and shining coats of mail Well prepared for spoil and rape 'gainst the bastard king we did prevail So come ye from the shadows Fear no longer for
fight upon the morning field To join in battle under the sun Stout men mounted on armour'd steeds Awaiting fair triumph or to join with the gods Longing for
