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In Shield wall, we face them
Upon a hill near Hastings

Our war cries will haunt them,
with the sound of clashing shields

Norman Forces, like Water
Fall against our solid ranks

King Harold in our front lines
for England we give our lives!

Upon the hill of battle, the men take up their ranks
Shoulder to shoulder, shield to shield.

Our King in the front lines, gives out his war cry,
The bastard will not take our home!

Arrows fly from both sides, Norman forces begin to advance
The long march up the hill.

They break upon our shields, fall to sword and spear
some turn their backs to flee

My Sword Held above me,
With my brothers, We stand and fight
For defence of my homeland
Their blood will be spilled,

Our resolve is strong,
Our ranks do not waver,
The tides of our foes
Will break and fall

In Shield wall, we face them
Upon a hill near Hastings

Our war cries will haunt them,
with the sound of clashing shields

Their Forces, like Water
Fall against our solid ranks

Or Sovereign in our front lines
for England we give our lives!

Amidst the Chaos, Norman Horses fall,
The Bastard is among them

Norman ranks begin to break, falling back down the hill
This emboldens Harolds troops
Giving chase they break from their ranks, a fatal mistake

The Bastard rises from the fray and rallies his men,
They turn and catch the English off guard.

My Sword Held above me,
With my brothers, We stand and fight
For defence of my homeland
Their blood will be spilled,

For England we give our lives!

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