作曲 : Ancient Rites, Theys
And the horn called for war! 
The Franks strike on, their hearts are good and stout 
Moors are slain, a thousandfold, in crowds 
Left of five score are not two thousand now 
No man on earth has more nor better found 
In chronicles of 
Franks is written down 
What vassalage he had, our 
Emperor (Charlemagne) 
And the horns...called for war! 
Marvelous in the battle now and grand 
The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand 
Then had you seen sorrowing of clans 
So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man! 
Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs! 
The Saracens cannot withstand the attack! 
And the horns.. called for war 
And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!! 
No house stood there but straight 
Its walls must crack 
In full mid-day 
The darkness was so grand 
And no light was in the land 
And many said, 
We in the judgement stand 
The end of time is presently at hand 
They spoke no truth, they did not understand ‘t was the great day of mourning for 
Roliant And the horns.. called for war 
And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!! 
Marvelous in the battle now and grand 
The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand 
Then had you seen sorrowing of clans 
So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man! 
Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs! 
The Saracens cannot withstand the attack! 
And the horns.. called for war!!!