Blazing eyes of the Bastard
Looking through the seas
Waiting for the right time to strike
Over the enemy's country
To claim his right to the throne
Normans march
To reach the Saxons' land
Almighty calls
The fate of the kings
When the armies
Clash in the fields
Death in the ground
Blood on our hands
Through the Hasting camps
We march
Banners of god he raised
As the cavalry charge
Shinny blades
He stained with dreadful red
The end of the Saxons had come
New times arise
The Conqueror
'Till Doomsday he will reign
Almighty calls
The fate of the kings
When the armies
Clash in the fields
Death in the ground
Blood on our hands
Through the Hasting camps
We march
Almighty calls
The fate of the kings
When the armies
Clash in the fields
Death in the ground
Blood on our hands
Through the Hasting camps
We march
Almighty calls
The fate of the kings
When the armies
Clash in the fields
Death in the ground
Blood on our hands
Through the Hasting camps
We march