Jag Panzer - The Moors

On the fields of our fathers land
Marsh green pride of ENGLAND
On the moors our fathers rest
Their tales are not forgotten
In the days of kings and honor
knights defended pure hearts
On the fields where our fathers rest
Their tales are boldly spoken (LISTEN)

Bend your ear in amazement
Hear this tale from long ago
Of magic and of madmen
loves tangled web of woe One shining knight in silver
Intentions pure as gold
One maiden fair as moonlight
Dressed in royal robes

On the fields of our fathers land
Marsh green pride of ENGLAND
On the moors our fathers rest
Their tales are not forgotten
On these fields pure love is sought
Yet vengeance has it's cruelty
The search for truth and honor
Is blinded by a beauty