[Music & Lyrics Athelstan]



The flag held high, a call to the warrior's pride

North they had won, weary in body not mind

Standing alone, the few who would see him to live

For their brother to stay, allegiance to him they must give



Under the banner of The Fighting Man



Through dense forest and dark of night

Always the flag is alight

From northern lands to shores of south

Always the flag is the light



Not the chosen son of throne

But they did hail him as their own

The Fighting Man in two was torn

A new flag flies but soon we'll see the new dawn



Under The Fighting Man