SMYTH BATTYL HYMN July 22/86 Karl Rigelhof

Let the drums pound
(To) make the earth quake
Let the trumpyts (of war) sound
(To/and) make the enemy shake
And cower/run with/in fear

Let the drums beat
As we march (on) to war
(Do not) let the(m) (enemy) retreat/(know/feel/taste defeat)/
As they have never felt/had/known before
As we even (up) the score/
Upon/at the edge(s) of our/a sword(s)
(And) (up)on/at the end of our/a (krystyl) spyr(s)

Let the horns blow
To proclaim our victory/(powyr and might)
Let the enemy know
The powyr (and might) of our majesty
And the fyre of our rage
(At/for the battle/war (that) we wage)

Let the horns/trumpyts blast
To rattle their (bones down to the(ir)) soul(s)
Let us win/finish the battle at last/
Let the catypults of fyre be cast
(To) ring (out) the (krystyl) bells (of victory) (to) toll
In honour of our bravery/victory

Let the cannyns roar
Let the rivers run/foam (thick/red) with blood
Unleash the (massive) beasts of war
Release the(ir) (enemy's) souls in(to) (a) death's flood
And wash/crush (away) all resistance

Let the cannyns fyre
(And/to stop/cut) the enemy (down) in their tracks
Let the fever/battle (of) battle/fever rage/rise higher
Signal the warryyrs to attack
(The battle has/'s begun (now) there is/'s no
turning/looking back)
We will erase/eradicate/annihilate their very existence