posted May 23, 2003 11:36 PM         

Standard bearers to the fore
Brace your staffs against the wind
Cold winds blow across the land
And so the call to arms begins

Archers ready, take your mark
Steady arrow, bend your bow
Hear the fall of distant footsteps?
Come the evil ones you know

Cavalry take to readied steeds
Watch you well opposers ride
Let no scoundrel 'pon our soil
Home of family, king and pride

Pikesmen, lancers, halyard bearers
Hold your weapons, ready your hearts
Keep your faith, positions too
Be brave my men, or torn apart

For glory's to the victor men
The day is damned among the dead
Coward's reward, an out-thrust sword
The valiant's rest, a hero's bed

Charge! Onward to victory!

Clashing fields of steely grass
Crimson red with human dew
Dying as two-legged fools
The valiant and the cowards too

To and fro the battle raged
Grisly dance of grim-faced men
Run through two, dispatch another
Only to face three more again

Two wasted days the battle raged
And when at last the fight was done
Silence mourned across the hills
For twenty thousand trimmed to one

One single man of single mind
Who spoke of family, king and pride
Whose epic words the men had heard
Who to a man had watched them die