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At the time when flowers and leaves fall
and the piafs twist because of the wind
which turns and turns them
and leaves them shaggy, stunned, without hope.
Likewise our new masters have put
Wisdom, Honor and Loyalty and Race.
Into the trash of the Republic of Bastards...
And before us lie the da ©dark
shadows of our dead fathers mirrors of the
great majesty of our History,
and if we remembered the great love
that they consecrated to the glory of France,
perhaps there would be more Crusaders!
Accordion: Ardraos
Who took up arms
so that the traî very in tears
quickly leave our country
since in its glory
they have failed.
Let the rabble be alarmed
At the vision of our men at arms
Ready to rally the ranks
Of the valiant people and the Great!
Ah, who will want to recover the sense
and the merit
that 'he goes to the populated areas of France
and he suffers!
With Audrey:
Ah, who will want to cover with measures
This is the monk
Let him join now
our way of dying!
Flute: Autumnos
Hurdy-gurdy: L'Atrabilaire
Swedish song: Ravenlord
Oh! Let's follow the Demonarch
because gall and fury
will draw his bow
to shoot the thieves!
With Audrey:
Let's follow King Anarch
He will purge France
of its impostors
with a machine gun.