Taken away from the place I belong / Torn away from the land I love
Fight for the crown (God save the King) Thy will be done / We will prevail

And so we're called to the battlefield / Our lives and loves we leave behind

Months pass in days, 'fore we near our foe / In final camp, we shun our sorrow
Without a sign, our swords we draw / And ask no omen, but our country's cause

And so we march to the battlefield / Our swords and time are now at hand

Impatient, straight to flesh my virgin sword / I feel the pain of another at my cord
Unwept, unhonored, uninterred we lie / The lot of man, to suffer and to die

And so we fall on the battlefield / Rain mixed with blood fills our eyes
And so we die, on the battlefield / While kings and princes carry on