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Late was the evening, a midsummer's day

Everything was quiet and still

A farmhand busy working, but something caught his eyes

Scared him out of his mind

Spirits in the mist

Overtaken by fear

See the shades of those who died

Watching the army lines

March on and on

Crossing the hills without a sound

To suddenly vanish at the break of dawn

No one did believe him, he was called a fool

An oath he took to state the truth

To stop the crazy rumours, next midsummer's day

People came to see for themselves

Spirits in the mist

Not a word was spoken, they froze in fear

See the shades of those who died

Watching the army lines

March on and on

Crossing the hills without a sound

To suddenly vanish at the break of dawn

Centuries came and went, but still the legend lives on

The army of Arthur still march

On the hills of Souther Fell

See the shades of those who died

Watching the army lines

March on and on

Crossing the hills without a sound

To suddenly vanish at the break of dawn