I was at Azincourt - you see
I saw the sky
turn into total darkness
I heard the anxiety of the horses
and I felt the blood in my veins
boiling of fear

I saw the swifts falling to the ground
each one with an halfenglish arrow
in their tiny beating hearts
I was at Azincourt - you see

I saw all the nobles - falling down
from their battle horses
One after the other
decorated with your gifts

I heard them scream
begging for mercy - in the mud

But with ignorance
you turned them down
again and again
again and again

I was at Azincourt - you see...