Martin (Саламандастрон)

In days of old a worrior bold,
All powsore, tired and lame,
Came marching through the winters cold
And Martin was his name.

Martin, Martin,
The Warrior of Redwall,
With courage and his trusty sword,
He came to save us all.

Now in those high and far-off days,
The country was oppressed
By vermin cruel, whose tyrant ways
Would let no creature rest.
But truth and brav'ry won the day,
For through all Mossflow'r wide,
Good honest creatures made their way
To stand by Martin's side...

And they cried:
Martin, Martin,
The Warrior of Redwall,
With courage and his trusty sword,
He came to save us all.

The evil ones he put to flight
And justice he restored.
His heart was strong, his cause was right,
And mighty was his sword.
He helped to build our Abbey here,
The land rings with his fame.
Now peace lives here, we know no fear,
For Martin was his name.

Martin, Martin,
The Warrior of Redwall,
With courage and his trusty sword,
He came to save us all.