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