Goodby my love, I leave my fate to the king.
I must be off to battle, fortune it may bring.
Fortune for the nobles. Death and Pain, life will be sold.
Goodby my love, I must fight and I may die.
The king is calling, I must obey, why do we have to kill.
The Reaper laughs, I hear him still.
Screams above the battlefield.
Steel and Blood a fate is sealed.
The harvester of Death is out.
Can't you hear him scream aloud.
Into the battle, into the battle.
Can't you hear the screams from Flodden Hill.
September the 3rd of fifteen thirteen.
We met the English at Flodden Hill.
