My Lady's gown is midnight black
On hearth and hall she turns her back
With her servants and soldiers five
She watches as those distant lights arrive
No-one's coming when you call
You stand alone upon the wall
No-one's coming when you cry
You stand as one
Or all will die
Those torches wind across the heath
And stop before the gate beneath
They demand our cannon, our walls unmanned
Or face our deaths here we stand
No-one's coming when you call
You stand alone upon the wall
No-one's coming when you cry
You stand as one
Or all will die
As starless night begins to fall
She stands beside us on the wall
She commands us "Fire!" upon the foe
They'll scatter from the gate below
So we'll ram the powder, charge and ball
We'll throw hot embers from the wall
We'll place the slow match in the quill
Give fire and blow them all to hell!
Ram the powder, charge and ball
We'll throw hot embers from the wall
We'll place the slow match in the quill
Give fire and blow them all to hell!
Ram the powder, charge and ball
We'll throw hot embers from the wall
We'll place the slow match in the quill
Give fire and blow them all to hell!
Ram the powder, charge and ball
We'll throw hot embers from the wall
We'll place the slow match in the quill
Give fire and blow them all to hell!
No-one's coming when you call
You stand alone upon the wall
No-one's coming when you cry
You stand as one
Or all will die
No-one's coming when you call
You stand alone upon the wall
No-one's coming when you cry
You stand as one
Or all will die