To fight to the death for Old England's crown, To reign by God's grace or in gore go down. By the splendor of God! We come! We come! Sword in hand, by a King who dares To fight that God and our Right be made Our Right Divine by a bloody blade, Sword in hand, by a King who dares, By a King who dares. By the splendor of God! We come! We come! In swoop for fierce flesh, like a bird of prey, In scent of the blood of the brave to-day, By the splendor of God! We come! We come! Sword in hand, for the Love of God! Since blood is holy and royal wine, Advance! Drink health to the Norman line, Sword in hand, for the Love of God! For the Love of God! By the splendor of God! We come! We come! Beware of the shock of the serried rank! Beware of the brand of the fiery Frank!
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