The sun will rise to see a blinding storm, Yet this war must go on. To ease the suffering of her land, They must pay the price in blood. Their screams will be heard for a thousand year, Cold earth for ever their home, Their blood will be seen, through a thousand tears, At Towton. The snow fell in sheets on the field of blood, The river flowed with a crimson sheen. A nation torn apart in that forlorn place, Through death the price was paid. Their screams will be heard for a thousand year, Cold earth for ever their home, Their blood will be seen, through a thousand tears, At Towton. The snow fell in sheets on the field of blood, The river flowed with a crimson sheen, To ease the suffering of her land, Through death the price was paid. At Towton. Pay the price in blood at Towton.