We fled for our lives on a winter`s eve,
Cold but unheeded, we left with speed.
The roundheads they had come this night,
Our gallant people ? But blood in sight.
If we were to barter for our lives,
We would wind up dead.
This is the land where I was born and bred,
Am I a coward to avoid being dead ?
These are the words of our forefathers,
Long ago, in a time of fear.
They say `what giveth returns time thee`
Now in this age, we will wait and see.
Condemn what you will in this war of worlds,
Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs.
But how do you stop a charging bull,
With horns of steel and a desire to cull ?