No paler a star than Luna herself
Arose beside Venus when night settled in;
The eye of the heavens o'er Hastings beholds
The Norman and the Saxon lying side by side
Drenched in red blood, still clinging to their swords
They fought for the dominion of Albion's lands
Yet who proved the strongest, hardly a man can tell;
Whose God prevailed? Christ or the Old Faith?
The days shall come, the nights shall pa**
And the gra** will grow on the mounds, alas!
The wind laments across Hastings' vale
It still remembers the sound of swords being crossed
The poignant yells the sound of fury, the fire and the blood!
And though centuries may pa**
And tall on Hastings grow the gra**
Remember that terrible day of swords
Remember the warriors whose lives were lost -
Remember Hastings and shed a tear for it's ghost!