We have pitched our tents in a muddy field,
Sharpened both sword and pike.
Tomorrow's doom will come apace
And we're ready now to fight.

A brother's hate, a sister's wrath
And envy's merry crew
Have called us to this place of death
For a fight between me and you.

'You took the money. You took the land
What you do now is a crime.
I stand by my father's will, you fiend
The land you took was mine.'

'The terms were changed at the end of the day
He willed it all to me
He loved me the most of all of us
Something you could not see.'

'You bastard child. You thing of death
That came between me and my land
I'll cut your throat and send you home
Destroy you with this hand.

Fate smiled apologetically,
"It's the way it was meant to be.
It makes it much more interesting
For the likes of you and me."

A brother's hate, a sister's wrath
And envy's merry crew
Have called us to this place of death
For the fight between me and you.