Blackened Moor
Out to ride on blackened moor great thunder in the skies,
winds that touch and beat my face and rain that stings my eyes,
hallowed ground it is not wild spirits roam this land,
great wars that were fought when man was killed by hand,
the sword and shield was all they took great strength the battle raged,
all men fought for freedom the young fought with the aged,
to keep honour to save the land they fought and killed their foes,
and sometimes on nights like this you hear the cry of woe.
To battle men we fight for king we fight for us and kin,
the enemy must leave or die forward we shall win,
go banish them the land is ours forward we protect,
fight with heart,with soul,with strength,this day we'll not forget,
and voices distant go once more and wind takes over sound,
and thunder you hear once more on this battle raged ground,
once more we shall hear the cries on raging nights,
and you shall hear the bitter war when men come out to fight.
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