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Preparing the war, |
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Martel is now massing again |
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Training the young |
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who now are prepared to be men |
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Learning the ways of battle rage |
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on through the night |
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They're willing to die for their country |
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against Muslim might! |
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Born to this life of battle |
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Nothing else can matter |
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He is the chosen one now |
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All shall feel his power! |
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The Hammer is falling again! |
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The Hammer keeps falling! |
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Appearing before them |
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the enemy did not expect |
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To beat down the Muslims |
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until they have breathed their last breath! |
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Battling on, |
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Martel sends his troops behind lines |
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To plunder the treasure |
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the enemies had left behind |
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Crimson skies above them |
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Crashing hooves below them |
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Fifty thousand heathens |
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Martel prepares to cleave them! |
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(Chorus) |
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In times of trial |
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he was unmatched in ways of war |
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Invading forces were soon pushed back |
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pushed back to their shores... |
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In tales they called him "The Hammer" Martel |
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All the enemies who stood before him fell... |
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all before him soon fell.. to HELL! |
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(Solos: Pat/Mike) |
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Sensing defeat the enemies turn tail and run |
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The Hammer's tactics of genius |
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the reason he'd won |
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Outnumbered his army stood ground |
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and they did soon prevail |
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And all throughout history |
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we will now speak of this tale! |
