Inside every boy and man was the warring of the clan They could never let it be throwing bones into the sea On the seventh day of May, swordsmen slew the Christ of Wray Left him lie upon the floor a bloody omen for their sport
In the morning cross the land all the lords were there at hand And the peace that was to be died in minds that failed to see Pounding hooves tore in the ground scarring all the land around When the spear and arrow fly will a single soul know why?
Gone the battle on the eve in the darkness kneeled three On their faces loomed the fire who survives the funeral pyre Wives and children kneeled in awe for no reason that they saw Did so many need to die will a single soul know why?