Burn Armada! ( power folk ) by Singing Automaton

[Intro — instrumental only: hurdy-gurdy drone, marching drums, ]

[Verse 1 — The Coming of the Great Armada]
Great Armada sails - proud  Spanish fleet,
The ocean groans beneath her feet.
With clanking chains and thunder’s sound,
Her shadow falls on Albion’s ground.
Black sails like stormclouds stain the sky,
Their crosses blaze where seagulls fly.
All hearts grow cold as she draws near,
The day of dread is here.

[Chorus — men’s sailor choir, strong unison, no harmonies]
O! Ho! Let the stormwinds cry,
Stand, Britons — let England not die!
All hands on deck! Let cannons turn —
Burn Armada! Burn!

[Verse 2 — The Queen’s Call, crowd gathers]
From town and field the bells resound,
Queen Elizabeth stands her ground,
A woman’s frame — a monarch’s might,
All from prisons, ports and farms — unite!
All men and boys their oaths proclaim,
For crown and faith their hearts aflame,
Though Spain outnumbers ten to one,
We stand and fight — we do not run.

[Chorus — as above, louder]
O! Ho! Let the stormwinds cry,
Stand, Britons — let England not die!
All hands on deck! Let cannons turn —
Burn Armada! Burn!

[Verse 3 — The Sea Battle, drums heavier]
The guns of Drake and Howard blaze,
Through smoke and fire — a blinding haze,
The cannon roar, the masts are torn,
A bloody dawn on waves is born.
Fire-ships ignite the darkened sea,
They drive the Spanish giants to flee;
All stand and fight, all hold the strand,
No tyrant’s flag shall claim our land.

[Chorus — biggest yet, stomp & clap accents]
O! Ho! Let the stormwinds cry,
Stand, Britons — let England not die!
All hands on deck! Let cannons turn —
Burn Armada! Burn!

[Verse 4 — The Tempest’s Hand, storm swells]
Then heaven stirs, the storm awakes,
A thousand thunders lash the waves,
The proud fleet breaks, its banners torn,
By God’s wild breath their fate is sworn.
Upon the rocks their warships crash,
Their might undone, their splendour ash.
The storm now fights where man could fail,
And England’s hearts prevail.

[Final Chorus — full choir, maximum intensity]
O! Ho! Let the stormwinds cry,
Stand, Britons — let England not die!
All hands on deck! Let cannons turn —
Burn Armada! Burn!

[Outro — instrumental tail: hurdy-gurdy holds 4–6s, drums fade, storm subsides]

[Chorus — full choir, chants shouted]

Burn! Burn! Burn!
Burn! Burn! Burn!
Burn! Burn! Burn!
Burn!!!!!!

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[Intro — instrumental only: hurdy-gurdy drone, marching drums, ] [Verse 1 — The Coming of the Great Armada] Great Armada sails - proud Spanish fleet, The ocean groans beneath her feet. With clanking chains and thunder’s sound, Her shadow falls on Albion’s ground. Black sails like stormclouds stain the sky, Their crosses blaze where seagulls fly. All hearts grow cold as she draws near, The day of dread is here. [Chorus — men’s sailor choir, strong unison, no harmonies] O! Ho! Let the stormwinds cry, Stand, Britons — let England not die! All hands on deck! Let cannons turn — Burn Armada! Burn! [Verse 2 — The Queen’s Call, crowd gathers] From town and field the bells resound, Queen Elizabeth stands her ground, A woman’s frame — a monarch’s might, All from prisons, ports and farms — unite! All men and boys their oaths proclaim, For crown and faith their hearts aflame, Though Spain outnumbers ten to one, We stand and fight — we do not run. [Chorus — as above, louder] O! Ho! Let the stormwinds cry, Stand, Britons — let England not die! All hands on deck! Let cannons turn — Burn Armada! Burn! [Verse 3 — The Sea Battle, drums heavier] The guns of Drake and Howard blaze, Through smoke and fire — a blinding haze, The cannon roar, the masts are torn, A bloody dawn on waves is born. Fire-ships ignite the darkened sea, They drive the Spanish giants to flee; All stand and fight, all hold the strand, No tyrant’s flag shall claim our land. [Chorus — biggest yet, stomp & clap accents] O! Ho! Let the stormwinds cry, Stand, Britons — let England not die! All hands on deck! Let cannons turn — Burn Armada! Burn! [Verse 4 — The Tempest’s Hand, storm swells] Then heaven stirs, the storm awakes, A thousand thunders lash the waves, The proud fleet breaks, its banners torn, By God’s wild breath their fate is sworn. Upon the rocks their warships crash, Their might undone, their splendour ash. The storm now fights where man could fail, And England’s hearts prevail. [Final Chorus — full choir, maximum intensity] O! Ho! Let the stormwinds cry, Stand, Britons — let England not die! All hands on deck! Let cannons turn — Burn Armada! Burn! [Outro — instrumental tail: hurdy-gurdy holds 4–6s, drums fade, storm subsides] [Chorus — full choir, chants shouted] Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn!!!!!!

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