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