One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Twenty-ten. Twenty- fourteen. Forty-five. Forty-seven. Forty-eight. Forty-nine. Forty-one. Forty-Two. Forty-Three. Forty-four. Forty-three. Forty-two. Forty-one. Forty-three. Western mind. Time for the bruise. They could not lose. Instead of bread or cutting down, we would bear a crown. Fight and kill we will. With the battle of the old town hill, the heart of a lion, blood of kings. With a sword like sun that our destiny will bring. I am the bruise, the king, the lion. I am the bruise, the master of war. March against me, paved land. I rule forevermore. I am the bruise, the king, the lion. I am the bruise, the master of war. March against me, paved land. I rule forevermore. The bruise was crowned as gold. His glory shone. Still the English are marching. We'll meet them at Stirling. One against three we stand. Fight for your land. The battle of Pembroke Barrel. A lesson they did learn. Heart of a lion, blood of kings. Sword like sun that our destiny will bring. I am the bruise, the king, the lion. I am the bruise, the master of war. March against me, paved land. I rule forevermore. I am the bruise, the king, the lion. I am the bruise, the master of war. March against me, paved land. I rule forevermore. I am the bruise, the king, the lion. I am the bruise, the master of war. March against me, paved land. I rule forevermore. I am the bruise, the king, the lion. I am the bruise, the master of war. March against me, paved land. I rule forevermore. I am the bruise, the king, the lion. I am the bruise, the master of war. March against me, paved land. I rule forevermore.