Текст песни Ancient Rites - ...and The Horns called for War
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And the horn called for war!The Franks strike on, their hearts are good and stoutMoors are slain, a thousandfold, in crowdsLeft of five score are not two thousand nowNo man on earth has more nor better foundIn chronicles of Franks is written downWhat vassalage he had, our Emperor(Charlemagne)And the horns...called for war!Marvelous in the battle now and grandThe Franks here strike, their good brown spears in handThen had you seen sorrowing of clansSo 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 warAnd the horns... called for war!!!!!!!!No house stood there but straightIts walls must crackIn full mid-dayThe darkness was so grandAnd no light was in the landAnd many said, We in the judgement standThe end of time is presently at handThey spoke no truth, they did not understand�t was the great day of mourning for RoliantAnd the horns.. called for warAnd the horns... called for war!!!!!!!!Marvelous in the battle now and grandThe Franks here strike, their good brown spears in handThen had you seen sorrowing of clansSo 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!!!