The Battle of Newbury
Come to me the creature
He must attend to meet at this night
To a minister communion far tommorow I will die
I can not stand to see for England that once knew
My question to it's knee's stain the blood and turn into
Forgive me on lord my guilty is to the king
It brings me to see this country divided
I take out these arm's for the last time in newbury
This is the end it's been decided to war
The truth, the horse
Take the hill, go forth
Defence the viral smoke through these hatchets
We must go
We must fight
The sound of the guns
Difference aries
The sight of the enemy fills us with fear
And yet we go on for moving their fall
Cut down by the shot
Can't help me anymore
We need to pistou
Lives are a stake
Parboils guts
Let's not see no fate come from the horse
To break through the gap
Co bedouin leads the attack
For the king, for England
Charge
Forgive me on lord my guilty is to the king
It brings me to see this country divided
I take out these wings for the last time in newbury
Towards the end I am riding
The Cornell spies an opening
And makes a deering move
But his mounted shot from under him
It's clear what I must do
But no pottery consider are into my destiny
Remember we who felt this day at the battle of newbury
He must attend to meet at this night
To a minister communion far tommorow I will die
I can not stand to see for England that once knew
My question to it's knee's stain the blood and turn into
Forgive me on lord my guilty is to the king
It brings me to see this country divided
I take out these arm's for the last time in newbury
This is the end it's been decided to war
The truth, the horse
Take the hill, go forth
Defence the viral smoke through these hatchets
We must go
We must fight
The sound of the guns
Difference aries
The sight of the enemy fills us with fear
And yet we go on for moving their fall
Cut down by the shot
Can't help me anymore
We need to pistou
Lives are a stake
Parboils guts
Let's not see no fate come from the horse
To break through the gap
Co bedouin leads the attack
For the king, for England
Charge
Forgive me on lord my guilty is to the king
It brings me to see this country divided
I take out these wings for the last time in newbury
Towards the end I am riding
The Cornell spies an opening
And makes a deering move
But his mounted shot from under him
It's clear what I must do
But no pottery consider are into my destiny
Remember we who felt this day at the battle of newbury
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Writer(s): Wilkinson Christopher, Matthews Alan
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