Lyrics Night Fell Behind - Summoning

Night Fell Behind

Then mounte!
Then mounte, brave gallants, all
And don your helmes amaine:
Deathes couriers, fame and honor, call
Us to the field again
No shrewish tears shall fill our eye
When the sword hilts in our hand
Heart-whole well part and no white sighe
For the fairest of the land;
Let piping swaine, and craven wight
Thus wheepe and puling crye
Our business is like men to fight
And hero like to die!