Border Raid In Lions March

When the Lion arrived, the war did start
A wicked day, indeed
'Cause sweat and blood abounded
From all men and steed.

See the daylight lay in ashes
While the dead are still
Hear the armies roar for freedom
On the blackened border hill.

The Lion looks, looks across the plain
And questions battles in avoidable pain
Heaves a wistfull sigh
And wishes the battle, the battle was a lie.

Army of some thousand fighting
Men climbed the frowning ridge
With their flaming swords all drawn free
And their pennants at the knee.

Their waving of their banners
And the rattle of their spears
Risen to break the dominion
And bring peace for years.

Now at least I've come to see what my life is
Nothing's ended, it only begun
And the brave victories that seemed so splendid
They were never, never really won.

To border raid, to border raid in Lions march
The battle smoke has fled
Just after a century and a quarter past
Tonight
We border raid - We border raid in Lions march
The battle smoke has fled
Just after a century and a quarter past
Lord blessed by the dead.