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Charles Martel, the day will come again - |
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I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage! |
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Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve |
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You dyed Malmedy blood-red! |
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Tours recall the glory of your hosts, |
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Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings! |
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The crescent moon you drove back to the sea |
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Once and for all... |
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Ans when the sound of battle horns |
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Shall keenly fill the air anon, |
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We'll rise with pride our banner high |
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And answer to our king's call! |
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Charles Martel, the day will come again - |
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I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage! |
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Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve |
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You dyed Malmedy blood-red! |
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Tours recall the glory of your hosts, |
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Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings! |
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The crescent moon you drove back to the sea |
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Once and for all... |
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Even when the horns of war |
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Shall echo in the fields no more, |
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When in tatters hangs our flag |
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And empty be the throne of Franks |
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We'll still keep watch by night to see |
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Charles Marterl return again! |
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Rest now my king but light be thy sleep - |
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Thy foes still covet thy crown... |
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Charles Martel, the day will come again - |
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I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage! |
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Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve |
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You dyed Malmedy blood-red! |
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Tours recall the glory of your hosts, |
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Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings! |
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The crescent moon you drove back to the sea |
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Once and for all... |
