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Does a man have to fight all his life? |
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Only in death to take flight to the skies |
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Warmongers vie to take my throne |
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No respect is ever shown |
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To Pope, or Prince, nor man, nor beast |
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And steal our cattle for to feast |
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No Earthly princeling mind shall take |
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For scandalous idolatry so fake |
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In borderland raids |
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They came in their hordes |
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Ransacking villages |
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Taking the spoils |
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With nothing to lose |
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and possessions few |
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Bold |
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Sturdy |
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Fearless and cruel! |
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Defiant of Baptism on pain of death |
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Tough measures call for me to be ruthless |
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To set an example to the rebels |
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Draconian for their worship of devils |
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How many times did I venture forth |
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To the extreme wilderness of the north? |
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To subdue those whose hatred was great |
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Against churches and priests of our Christian state |
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Four thousand men all dead in one day |
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They would not renounce their heathen ways |
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Thirty years of campaigning consumed |
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To subject those Pagans to Christianhood |
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The Bloody Verdict of Verden |
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Rivers flowing red |
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With the blood of four thousand men |
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That I did behead |
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(I shed Blood of Saxon Men) |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
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I shed it at Verden |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
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I shed the Blood of four thousand Saxon men |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon man! |
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Shall my realm be taken as I toil? |
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To force others out of Frankish soil |
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And I return to learn that all is lost |
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Yet my companions I trust, the sword and the Cross |
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Those good industrious Frankish folk |
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Who toil out lands with oxen and yoke |
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Whilst Lombard, Vulgar and Moorish men |
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Dare to even glance at them |
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Converting entire tribes by the sword |
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In the name of Jesus Christo, our Lord |
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On that day in Verden |
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No mercy given |
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Victory to the chosen people |
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Weary grow I of this task which fell |
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On the shoulders of a man who yearns to spend |
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But one hour with wife and child |
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To gaze on faces innocent and mild |
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Four thousand men all dead in one day |
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They would not renounce their heathen ways |
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Thirty years of campaigning consumed |
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To subject those pagans to Christianhood |
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To build a better world than even has been seen |
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An empire made great by deeds of great kings |
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(I shed Blood of Saxon Men) |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
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I shed it at Verden |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
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I shed the Blood of four thousand Saxon men |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon men |
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I shed the Blood of the Saxon man! |
