When the drum beat, at dead of night,
Commanding fires of death to light
The darkness of her scenery.
By torch and trumpet fast array’d,
Each horseman drew his battle blade,
And furious every charger neigh’d,
To join the dreadful revelry.
Then shock the hills with thunder riv’n
Then rush’d the steeds to battle driv’n,
And louder than the bolts of Heaven,