Towton 1461

The sun will rise to see a blinding storm,
 Yet this war must go on.
 To ease the suffering of her land,
 They must pay the price in blood.
 Their screams will be heard for a thousand year,
 Cold earth for ever their home,
 Their blood will be seen, through a thousand tears,
 At Towton.
 The snow fell in sheets on the field of blood,
 The river flowed with a crimson sheen.
 A nation torn apart in that forlorn place,
 Through death the price was paid.
 Their screams will be heard for a thousand year,
 Cold earth for ever their home,
 Their blood will be seen, through a thousand tears,
 At Towton.
 The snow fell in sheets on the field of blood,
 The river flowed with a crimson sheen,
 To ease the suffering of her land,
 Through death the price was paid.
 At Towton.
 Pay the price in blood at Towton.