Swords of a Thousand Men

Deep in the castle and back from the war Back with milady and the fires burnt tall Hurrah went the men down below All outside was the rain and snow Hear their shouts, hear their roars They've probably had a barrel, and much, much more Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men We had to meet the enemy a mile away Thunder in the air and the sky turned grey Assembling the knights and their swords were sharp There was hope in our English hearts Hear our roar, hear our sound We're gonna fight until we have won this town Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men When the knights come along at the end of the day Some are half-alive and some have run away Hear our triumph, hear our roar We're gonna drink a barrel, and much, much more Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea - yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea - yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 08, 2025

Deep in the castle and back from the war Back with milady and the fires burnt tall Hurrah went the men down below All outside was the rain and snow Hear their shouts, hear their roars They've probably had a barrel, and much, much more Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men We had to meet the enemy a mile away Thunder in the air and the sky turned grey Assembling the knights and their swords were sharp There was hope in our English hearts Hear our roar, hear our sound We're gonna fight until we have won this town Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men When the knights come along at the end of the day Some are half-alive and some have run away Hear our triumph, hear our roar We're gonna drink a barrel, and much, much more Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea - yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea - yea Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah, Yea Over the hills came the swords of a thousand men

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 08, 2025

A wise man's son and Wednesday's child in each other found a friend, And searched together for the treasure hiding at the rainbow's end. To wise man's son and Wednesday's child all is white that is not black, They dance in symbiotic deadlock--one step forward two steps back, Playing karmic snakes and ladders (all your sins will find you out), When all your gains are lost in vain on cosmic wings and roundabouts. At the roadside manhood's flower--blighted by a wayward youth, Has cast its seed on well-worn pathways--borne on winds of whispered truth. We march to drums of our own choosing--each of them keeps different time, As you are free to live your own life so I am free to live mine. Now wise man's son and Wednesday's child can recognise their own mistakes, And to these ends they make amends for every promise that they break. Both wise man's son and Wednesday's child view the world in red and green, Await the day when they die laughing--thinking of the sights they've seen. I tell you now if they were given chance to live their lives again-- Wise man's son and Wednesday's child would make the same mistakes as then. At the roadside manhood's flower--blighted by a wayward youth, Has cast its seed on well-worn pathways--borne on winds of whispered truth. We march to drums of our own choosing--each of them keeps different time, As you are free to live your own life so I am free to live mine.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025