Ludwig Von 88
Houlala 2
Sir Quentin
Storyteller: Sir Quentin valiant knight
Galloping through valleys and mountains
A thousand men forming an army
Or victor, the mè-ee-enes are you then?
Sir Quentin: Through the mists hear these long complaints
Murdered this asme we tore it apart
Messire Roy of this infanta
Hello send me to heal
Storyteller: Blandine lady of the people under control
As long as thanks to the horizon
For days thus submitted
Much thanks for the most top of the dungeon
Lady Blandine: Messire Sir of a virgin take pity
Of the people the ire has condemned
Give help knight
My heart Conquesriray
The people: Leftover scarcity of misery
You are grieving Messire
The King has nothing to do with the people
We will make a mini-mir of his daughter
Sire Quentin : Saltimbanques pouacres fi de vous ouh ouh
From my father transperai
to bee-ee-elle lady Blandine
You will deliver
The people: A come to us knight
If such your words have courage
Will oppose your sword
Forks sticks stones and cobblestones
Storyteller: Towards the dungeon Sir Quentin mad of rage
Leaded battle like fallen lightning
Across the dead and the corpses
Path opened up
Boom! Schglink! Ceiling! Boom!
In the dungeon Sir Quentin mad with rage
Shouted God be I dasmne!
Discovering that Lady Blandine
A cow in fact was (3x)
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