Sons of england rise, they all know here for centuries we ruled
Until winds of war filled norman sails...
Upon hastings ground echoes are heard of the ancient battlecries
Memories of times strike upon over breed
So far my land and so much pain lying down upon my steps
Renegade for love condemned to war...
On the way that God has shown a crusader I was made
But my every dream turns to rotherwood
Beware the knight of ivanhoe who turns back home unwelcome
Golden haired and sapphire eyes, my dear you will never see me shedding tears
My sword is for my kingdom but my heart is for you!
Our pride be regained in love once again, I've sworn!
Flags flutter high and mighty in a fiery sky!
Ashby waits the final quest for the sake of english throne!
Make haste, the battle's raging stare into your souls!
Ousters and betrayers tremble let the voice of honour speak!
Remember the name of the one who made you taste defeat one more time face me!
Now the truth will come to light by the clash of our swords, only blood will tell...
Narration:
"Last bulwark of saxon's glory, ride throughout your bloody path
Knight-errant without face aim your lance and charge again so take your revenge!"
Prince of sherwood fly another arrow
Before the judgement day!
Side by side we stand
Dreaming lost hopes...
By the walls of
Torquilstone our fate
Calls to fight or to die
For a crown made for
A lionheart's brow