Thrones of the Slain Lyrics

From the ruined walls of Harfleur
Where countless noble sons were made shackled wretches
And the Days de Caux was ruined
Many fortresses razed
Across the Somme to Hedin
Pursued by ten thousand men-at-arms
They 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