The horses rear, the banners wave
The skies foresee the fearless rage of war
Their heads held high the knights await
For the sun to shed its light upon the moor

Wipe the sleep from out your eyes
The sun begins to climb the sky today
Ten thousand men will fight
For king and god and all that's right today

The Hammerhead has [bad word] his sword
The strife is o'er, the battle won again
And now his bloody work is done
The [bad word] to greet their lord and men

Wipe the sleep from out your eyes
The sun begins to climb the skies today
Ten thousand men have fought
For Hammerhead that noble lord today