The Battle of Edgehill

Rouse the men, load the guns, and we'll take them when The morning sun doth rise Steel your nerve, lead your mount, and you'll see them fall Your rivals hit the ground Train your blade, strike them quick, and they're in your wake The fallen can't hit back Fight for price, fight for fame, and you'll make your name You're staining Edgehill red Cold Some men slay with no regard now Cruel Take the blameless out of hate now Laid War becomes a new excuse now Waste Lust for blood their blades misused now Rouse the men, load the guns, and we'll take them when The morning sun doth rise Steel your nerve, lead your mount, and you'll see them fall Your rivals hit the ground Train your blade, strike them quick, and they're in your wake The fallen can't hit back Fight for price, fight for fame, and you'll make your name You're staining Edgehill red