Thrones of the Slain

From the ruined walls of Harfleur Where countless noble sons were made shackled wretches And the Pays de Caux was ruined Many fortresses razed Across the Somme to Hedin Pursued by ten thousand men-at-arms The army of the King At vespers, the two armies were in sight of each other The French were joined by their mightiest Dukes who had each brought his war host resolved to stand or fall with them in the battle On that day they were drawn up in the order of war in a valley near Agincourt With battle lines arrayed The vanguard broke upon the enemy Countless were suffocated by the weight of those behind them Trampled by their own horse in the thick mud Sundered chapel of iron The shower of arrows fell upon them so thickly that they were compelled to retreat amongst their own people It was then a pitiful sight to behold the dead and the wounded who covered the field and the number of men-at-arms who turned and fled Proclamation was made that each man should put to death his prisoner, except the nobles and for this cause many prisoners were put to death In rites of unspeakable suffering The dead were interred in the wretched earth Culled from heaps of mangled carrion Thrones of the slain