Words: Chidiock the Younger
Music: Hotspur
MIDI
Squire bring my armor, my sword and my scutum,
We have a battle to fight in the pass.
The East has retreated and taken their banner,
And now we must follow and their strength surpass.
So form up the units, and with faithful allies
Head into battle, though many shall fall,
Press on for glory, for fame and for honor,
The thin line of purple will form up the wall.
Down sweep the Tuchux, for blood and for vengeance,
Meridies meets them, and swallows them whole.
The Eastrealm moves forward, to meet us at spearpoint,
The Falcon advances, the banner her goal.
The lines grind together, the spears strike like lightning,
The East's reinforcements all enter the fray.
The thin line of purple is holding together,
The Falcon screams challenge on this fated day.
William and Valens have knelt there together,
Holding the scutum, their men all around,
Break now the ramparts, and send forth our fighters
With sword and polearm to take Eastern ground.
Hew down the foemen like so much green timber,
And close on the banner, the long-waited prize.
William steps forward and seizes the standard,
To hold it, triumphant, before all men's eyes.
Squire bring my armor, my sword and my scutum,
There's many a battle we have yet to fight,
But let men remember that moment at Pennsic,