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The Honourable Baron Justinian Clarus

A Battle Song of Ealdormere and Trinovantia

lyrics: Jessica of Henderson (Jessica Cann)
tune: Good King Wenceslas
written for: HRM Queen Dagmar at the third St. Valentine’s Day Massacre

verse 1:
Here we stand prepared to face
all who come against us.
Blades and hearts and cloaks and shields
helping hold the li-ine.
Though this tune may cause surprise
see how strong our spirits!
Come and face us if ye dare,
ye shall here meet your demise.

verse 2:
Hear the thrum of stout and strong
bowstrings hither held tight.
See the cloud of arrows there
sent forth darken sunlight.
Flee before our prowess great
or ye perish surely.
Sore shall be your great defeat!
We shall ne’er be felled by you.

verse 3:
Daggers flying through the air
flung from outstretched ha-ands,
join the axes landed fair,
glinting our demands.
Piercing armour, spilling blood,
ne’er do we rele-ent!
Face the enemy as one!
Ealdormereans let fly! (Trinovantia let fly!)

verse 4:
Ealdormereans stand tall, (Trinovantia stand tall,)
enter battle proudly.
Hold aloft your martial arms,
gird yourselves in armour.
Of the North we wolves all howl,
send this truth before us!
Rue the day you chose this place.
Death we wait, amassed and true!

verse 5:
Hearken thither fencers all,
fast and deadly fighters.
Answer now the battle call,
pick apart those blighters!
Jesters, pirates, ninjas, Lords,
motley our apparel.
Bely do we appearances,
forces we formidable.

verse 6:
Face the wrath of those who charge
cross’t the field before us.
Armour strong and great shields broad,
axes, spears, and swords thrust.
Trembling ground beneath their feet,
telling of their presence.
Turn and flee or crushed you’ll be.
Ste-e-eve and more you meet.

Repeat verse 4.

verse 7:
Clarion the call to arms
bards and heralds rising.
Seek not out more gentle charms,
now is not that timing.
Song and sound the fastest blade,
follow them and stand up.
Face this weaker foe, attack!
Piercéd they with words and fear.

verse 8:
Kings and Queens, apparent heirs,
toymakers and nobles.
Vikings, Scots, barbarians,
Romans, Europeans.
Here your courage, here your might,
there the fool invaders.
Drive them out, reclaim our lands,
use if needs arise bare hands!

verse 4:
Ealdormereans stand tall, (Trinovantia stand tall,)
enter battle proudly.
Hold aloft your martial arms,
gird yourselves in armour.
Of the North we wolves all howl,
send this truth before us!
Rue the day you chose this place.
Death we wait, amassed and true!