Glory! Glory!
Glory! Glory!
Praise be to Charles, our Lord
Triumphant is his sword
Allegiance is his word
Glory! Glory!
Glory! Glory!
Blood!
Blood! Yes indeed
Blood is red as sunset
Blood is warmer than wine, warmer than wine
The taste of salty summer brine
Steel!
Steel!
(Huh!) Steel is cold as moonlight
(Huh!) Steel as sharper than sight, sharper than sight
The touch of bitter winter white
Hah--
Shout it out from the highest tower
shout it out in the darkest hour
Charlemagne, you lead us on to
Power!
War! (War!)
War! (War!)
War is strict as Jesus
War is finer than spring
Service to Christ and to our King!
Shout it out from the highest tower
shout it out in the darkest hour
Charlemagne, you lead us on to
Power！
Haha, you ain't see nothing yet, folks!
The gates of heaven await
Door opened wide by Charles the Great
Glory! Glory!
Glory! Glory!
Glory!