Destined for death my battle axe will cut your neck
My fort is on a hill so you could never expect to
Climb the wall, 50 meters tall
An anomaly of medieval warfare your kingdom falls

Destined for death my battle axe will cut your neck
My fort is on a hill so you could never expect to
Climb the wall, 100 meters tall
An anomaly of medieval warfare your kingdom falls

On hills so high in times long past
Medieval forts stood strong and vast
With walls of stone and gates so grand
They watched over England's green land
In each fort guards in armor bright
Guarded by day and by stormy night
Their swords would gleam in the morning Sun
Ready for battles should they come

Wall of pikes sure to stop those who try to breach the top
Archers on the parapet black the sky, the Sun is blocked
Deep moat circles keep ensuring the foes’ defeat
Max out our defenses, the offense is obsolete

Atop the steepest hill in the land
Sentries with long swords scale the wall, they'll cut your hand
Gate guards with crossbows kill you for sport
Try to get me in my fort
Nope!

Come get me in my hill fort!