Verse 2

Now to battle they are going, Every heart with courage glowing, Pride and passion overflowing In the furious strife: Lo! the din of war enrages, Vengeance crowns the hate of ages, Sternly foe with foe engages, Feeding Death with Life: Hear the trumpets braying, And the horses neighing, Hot the strife while fiery foes Are one another slaying; Arrows fly as swift as lightning, Shout on shout the tumult height'ning, Conquest's ruddy wing is bright'ning, Helmet, sword, and shield; With their lances flashing, Warriors wild are crashing, Through the tyrant's serried ranks Whilst onward they are dashing: Now the enemy is flying, Trampling on the dead and dying; Victory aloft is crying, "Cambria wins the field!"