Blazing eyes of the Bastard Looking through the seas Waiting for the right time to strike Over the enemy's country To claim his right to the throne Normans march To reach the Saxons' land Almighty calls The fate of the kings When the armies Clash in the fields Death in the ground Blood on our hands Through the Hasting camps We march Banners of god he raised As the cavalry charge Shinny blades He stained with dreadful red The end of the Saxons had come New times arise The Conqueror 'Till Doomsday he will reign Almighty calls The fate of the kings When the armies Clash in the fields Death in the ground Blood on our hands Through the Hasting camps We march Almighty calls The fate of the kings When the armies Clash in the fields Death in the ground Blood on our hands Through the Hasting camps We march Almighty calls The fate of the kings When the armies Clash in the fields Death in the ground Blood on our hands Through the Hasting camps We march