Bianca's Lament (original)
by Bianca

He stood on a battlefield in a tabbard of green
White stag leaping high on his breast
Two gold cups on his shield
And a field of blue o'er the rest

He called to his comerads " We fight for the King"
"For our Queen we lay down our lives,"
"For our ladies' honor we take up our swords"
"Outlands! Hark to our cry!"

(chorus)
Forward my warriors
Hark to the horn
We go forth to fight
And to die

Be still sweet lady
Tis not time to mourn
For the white stag
He yet marches high!

Forward my spearmen
I stand with the shield
Forward my swordmen
I call

To this angry hoarde
We never shall yield
Though to the last man
This day we may fall

I looked o'er the battelfield searching long for sword
And cups of my kinsmen and lord
Outnumbered on the green, the White Stag and his men
Marched to meet the great foeman hoarde

My lord and my kinsmen stand ready to fight
Waiting only the call of the King.
LAY ON! Was the call and Outlands the cry
And sword on armour did ring

I stand on a battlefield piled high with the dead
With a cup for the warri0ors who live.
Though blessed cool water I bear to these men
And to them sweet succor I give,

My heart bleeds within me, for my lord lies just there
Run through for to save his king.
Long will I remember the battle this day
Long of its great heros I'll singsong