SLAYING IN THE RAIN

I'm slaying in the rain,
Just slaying in the rain.
What a glorious feeling,
I'm happy again.

I'm laughing at blood
So dark on the field,
My sword's in my hand;
I never will yield.

Let the bloody dukes chase
Every foe from the place;
Just hand me my mace,
I've a smile on my face.

From Angels to An Tir
Strike terror far and near.
I'm slaying, just slaying in the rain.
 

Tune: 'Singing in the Rain'
By Sir Andrew of Riga and Lord Robert of Westmarch
Traveling from a Tourney in Reislingshire to a Prize Tourney
in the Province of St. Andrews under cloudy skies
23 October VIII