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