The Battle Of Marston Moor Songtext / Lyric

My Lord King,

You stoop to betray your own people,

And even in the eyes of God,

Do you not relent?

I am therefore bound by no other course

I shall raise an army;

Together we will march against you and your kind,

And every born man will fight to regain his own freedom,

And cleanse his wretched soul.