Sons of england rise, they all know
here for centuries we ruled
Until winds of war filled norman sails
Upon hastings ground echoes
are heard of the ancient battlecries
Memories of times strike upon over breed

So far my land and so much pain
lying down upon my steps
Renegade for love condemned to war
On the way that God has shown a crusader I was made
But my every dream turns to rotherwood

Beware the knight of ivanhoe
who turns back home unwelcome
Golden haired and sapphire eyes
my dear you will never see me shedding tears
My sword is for my kingdom but my heart is for you!
Our pride be regained in love once again, I've sworn!

Flags flutter high and mighty in a fiery sky!
Ashby waits the final quest
for the sake of english throne!
Make haste, the battle's raging stare into your souls!
Ousters and betrayers tremble
let the voice of honour speak!

Remember the name of the one
who made you taste defeat one more time face me!
Now the truth will come to light
by the clash of our swords, only blood will tell

Narration
"Last bulwark of saxon's glory
ride throughout your bloody path
Knight-errant without face
aim your lance and charge again so take your revenge! "

Prince of sherwood fly another arrow
Before the judgement day!
Side by side we stand
Dreaming lost hopes
By the walls of
Torquilstone our fate
Calls to fight or to die
For a crown made for
A lionheart's brow