The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath A Cloud ~ The Smell Of Blood But Victory III

Why, all our ranks are broke.
O perdurable shame!
Shame and eternal shame.
Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!
Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!
Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!
Hark, how our steeds for present service neigh!
Down goes our land in shame,
Courtesy and pride go up in flame.
Nothing will ever again be the same
And nobody will remember its name.
Then let the trumpets sound
The tucket sonance and the note to mount;
For our approach shall so much dare the field
Oh England! England! Oh England!
England shall crouch down in fear.

[@Alexthatdudewhoknows]

One of my favorite compositions of the vast catalogue of compositions Albin Julius recorded or participated in. I prefer the Der Blutharsch version of this particular one, but TMLBAC was a beautiful project.

[@AlaricaVonBergen]

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