The Battle

We came down from the hills, our hearts were full of sorrow The enemy had totalled us, were ready for a fight Six weary soldiers on the hillside, not waiting for tomorrow The battle it had drained us, killing most throughout the night Blood soaked and wounded, our lives, the enemy won't borrow Don't turn away, move to fight your foe Dont' turn away, you cannot be too slow Youv'e got him on the run now, the broardsword's done its worst Youv'e got him on the run now, the foe is dying and cursed The heather's in full bloom, the sky is full of birds Enemy corpes fill the moat, weapons scattered too We always said that you should not trust his words History has shown this to be the case once again No more will we heed the lies, that come from foreign lairds Don't turn away, move to fight your foe Don't turn away, you cannot be too slow Youv'e got him on the run now, the broadswords done it's worst Youv'e got him on the run now, the foe is dying and cursed