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Shores of England, 11th Century

Invaders Have Come, From Normandy

To a Foreign Earl, Forced to Kneel

In Durham we sow insurrection's seeds

By blood fates are sealed

From the Humber to the Tweed

Domesday calls our names

In the ashen, scorching haze

By the Bastard's word, a genocidal purge

Fields are razed, skies a crimson haze

They salt the land, so nothing grows

And famine takes its toll

By blood fates are sealed

From the Humber to the Tweed

Domesday calls our names

In the ashen, scorching haze

This Norman Rampage would twist the land

Forever shape our fate

Those who would not bend the knee

Would be pacified by steel