Summers grace I see upon the mace, Marching fast we set the pace, Longing for the long forgotten embrace. Seeing spears and lances doing there deadly dances, We pray for our souls to live in warriors graces, Hoping to find again the twirling vices. Swords and shields of steel speak out with zeal, Sending out a resounding peel, Sound a ringing song of dying deals, Ale we plead for as our last meal.