Kill! Burn!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The king wants blood!

Hark the herald
The war drums beating
Hark the call
The call to arms!
Sally forth
And no retreating
Saddle thy horse
Raise the alarm!

The king hath decreed
Us knights do battle
For the honour
Of his fair queen
Now we ride
To meet the brutes on their own ground
Mace, steel and lance
Has vengeance found

Kill! Burn!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The king wants blood!

Deep entrenched
Lord Asquith is hiding
In his fort
Portcullis is down
Lay siege will we
And yield will he
To declare the innocence
Of our queen (the whore!)

Kill! Burn!
Waste the wenches!
Hark the herald!
The king wants blood!

Women crying
Witches scrying
Banners flying
Knights dying!