From a battle [bad word] 
           
To a battle I ride
Blazing up to the sky
Chains of fate
Hold a firey stride
I'll see you again when I die

High and mighty alone we are kings
Whirlwinds of fire we ride
Providence brought us the crown and the ring
Covered with blood and our pride

Heroes await me
My enemies ride fast
Knowing not this rides their last
Saddle my horse as I drink my last ale
Bow string and steel will prevail

High and mighty alone we are kings
Whirlwinds of fire we ride
Providence brought us the crown and the ring
Covered with blood and our pride

Oh, father I await thee
Your [bad word] son am I
I hail you now as I die
I pledge you my sword and to no man I kneel
Ours is the kingdom of steel

+ Morrison's jig