Rare Bird Hammerhead
The horses rear, the banners wave
The skies forsee the fearless rage of war
Their heads held high, the knights await
For the sun to shed its light uppon 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, the thrust is soiled
The strife is on, the battle won again
And now his bloody work is done
The women rush to greet their lord and men
Wipe the sleep from out your eyes
The sun begins to climb the sky today
Ten thousand men have fought
For hammerhead, their nobble lord today
