King Henry

I King Henry have fought and will fight,
Better the breach and belittle night,
Anchored fast the keen eye praised,
Out of grim mast my knights raised,
Following my path through prairie a a'bloom,
Through torturous winter and bitter summer,
Into the depths of hell, pushing to doom,
Atop mountain bled red,
To sea sunken dread,
My knights follow me till death,
Till death encompasses with vile breath,
Lo! My knights ride, ever keeping my tread,
Sitting aloof horses stricken with fervor,
Striking hard and blunt,
Finding joy in our daring hunt,
I King Henry have sought and will seek,
Glory and God to crush the weak.