Ivanhoe



High deeds achieved of knightly fame
From Palestine the champion came

Whet the steel, sons of the White Dragon!
Light the torch, daughter of Hengist!

The black clouds are low
His joy is in the clashing swords
The black clouds gather round
He loves to hiss the licking blood
Awe, awe!

The cross upon his shoulders borne
Battle and blast had dimm'd and torn
Each dint upon his batter'd shield
Was token of a foughten field

Whet the steel, sons of the White Dragon!
Light the torch, daughter of Hengist!

The black clouds are low
His joy is in the clashing swords
The black clouds gather round
He loves to hiss the licking blood
Awe, awe!

Shh!

Ivanhoe

It steams and glitters blue with sulphur
The raven croaks
Strong be your swords while your blood is warm
Ivanhoe
By the light of the blazing halls
The eagle screams
Let your blades drink blood like wine
Ivanhoe

Hengist...