A reign of the lord has been in a Swindon battle.
Sir Maclusk has come, Maclusk has won
You`ve been depending on shields for blonde men
You connected farms, you connected gold
A frame of honour, a flavour of the throne
A flavour of war from Kingdom of lords
Shame on you
Shame on you
A sword blinds an imperial horse
A man caught its bluish mane
A broken armour has blessed you
You connected farms, you connected gold
A frame of honour, a flavour of the throne
A flavour of war from Kingdom of lords
Shame on you
Shame on you