Our borders breeched
Our gates reached
With a vile screech
They start their siege
No place to hide
Until the blood has dried
So every man of pride:
It's time for us to ride!
Now rise to arms
Cast out your fear
Let out a roar
For all to hear
Our message strong and
Sharp as a spear:
"We're here to win
Your end is near!"
Homes torn asunder
The sun going under
Their resolve strong as thunder
Our survival just a wonder
But from our bodies worn
A stronger hope is born:
Look up to a new morn
And hear the triumph of the horn!
Now rise to arms
And get your gear
Let out a roar
And rise to cheer
Our knights have come
And the fate is clear:
Our day will dawn
As their end draws near
The tide is turning
Their bodies burning
With a bloody yearning
Our defiance returning
So knights of grace
It's time to race:
Show them their place
And leave no trace!
Now rise to arms
Cast out your fear
Let out a roar
For all to hear
Our message strong and
Sharp as a spear:
"We're here to win
Your end is near!"
Friday, 24 September 2010
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