How splendid are the spears? How golden our hauberk. Our watchword Liberty Our banner the sky. How purple [shall] our blood be? How glorious our scars. When the deaths upon them Smiling at the stars.*
Sir Rupert of the Rhine surveyed his Royalist force Awaiting battle at Marston Moor He thought that in the morn they'd take back The North When thunder cracked [and] our muskets roared.
*How splendid are the spears? How golden our hauberk. Our watchword Liberty Our banner the sky. How purple [shall] our blood be? How glorious our scars. When the deaths upon them Smiling at the stars.*
Our hearts and souls emblazoned With the hopes of all creation. We will bring our lands salvation As we seek to tear from his head The crown
Keep fighting to
End the divine right of kings No man of faith could leach the life from the countrymen in his care. End the divine right of kings This poison will be swept aside by roundhead soldiers borne on angels' wings. End the divine right of kings No man of faith could leach the life from the countrymen in his care. End the divine right of kings This poison will be swept aside by roundhead soldiers borne on angels' wings. Borne on angels' wings...
Lyrics marked with * taken from "A Roundhead's Rallying Song" by Alfred NoyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
