Inside every boy and man was the warring of the clan
They could never let it be throwing bones into the sea
On the seventh day of May, swordsmen slew the Christ of Wray
Left him lie upon the floor a b***** omen for their sport
In the morning cross the land all the lords were there at hand
And the peace that was to be died in minds that failed to see
Pounding hooves tore in the ground scarring all the land around
When the spear and arrow fly will a single soul know why?
Gone the battle on the eve in the darkness kneeled three
On their faces loomed the fire who survives the funeral pyre
Wives and children kneeled in awe for no reason that they saw
Did so many need to die will a single soul know why?
They could never let it be throwing bones into the sea
On the seventh day of May, swordsmen slew the Christ of Wray
Left him lie upon the floor a b***** omen for their sport
In the morning cross the land all the lords were there at hand
And the peace that was to be died in minds that failed to see
Pounding hooves tore in the ground scarring all the land around
When the spear and arrow fly will a single soul know why?
Gone the battle on the eve in the darkness kneeled three
On their faces loomed the fire who survives the funeral pyre
Wives and children kneeled in awe for no reason that they saw
Did so many need to die will a single soul know why?