Hark the herald, the war drums beating. Hark the call - the call to arms!nSally forth and no retreating, saddle thy horse, raise the alarm!nnThe king hath decreed us knights do battle for the honour of his fair queennNow we ride to meet the brutes on their own ground;nmace, steel and lance has vengeance found!nnKill! Burn! Waste the wenches! Hark the herald! The King wants blood!nnDeep entrenched, Lord Asquith is hiding in his fort, portcullis is down.nLay siege will we, and yeild will he, to declare the innocence of our queen (the whore!)nnKill! Burn! Waste the wenches! Hark the herald! The King wants blood!nnWomen crying - Witches sayingnBanners flying - Knights dying!