Hear the song that the warriors sing Across grass fields death and war they bring. On to battles to die for kings. Tears of mourning as church bells ring. Ships that sail ‘cross the crystal sea With men to fight by their lord’s decree. They’re fate unknown, none can foresee. A kiss farewell and silent pleas. To each a sword and to each a helm The call to war echoes through the realm. Heads are bowed ‘neath the Wych Elm. A sanctum of prayers for the lost to be found. The drums of war sound a steady beat Falling in time with the soldiers’ feet. On the battlefield they will meet, With a clash of steel they refuse defeat This is the toll of the warrior’s song The fight belongs to the brave and the strong. Sing their names before they are gone Their souls will rise with the light of the dawn
