Inside every boy and man was the warring of the clan
They could never let it be throwing bones into the sea
On the seventh day of May, swordsmen slew the Christ of 
Wray
Left him lie upon the floor a bloody omen for their sport

In the morning cross the land all the lords were there at 
hand
And the peace that was to be died in minds that failed to 
see
Pounding hooves tore in the ground scarring all the land 
around
When the spear and arrow fly will a single soul know why?

Gone the battle on the eve in the darkness kneeled three
On their faces loomed the fire who survives the funeral 
pyre
Wives and children kneeled in awe for no reason that they 
saw
Did so many need to die will a single soul know why?