Glory! Glory!
Glory! Glory!
Praise be to Charles our Lord
Triumphant is his sword
Allegiance is his word
Glory! Glory!
Glory! Glory!
Blood yes indeed
Blood is red as sunset
Blood is warmer than wine
The taste of salty summer brine
Steel is cold as moonlight
Steel is sharper than sight
The touch of bitter winter white
Shout it out from the highest tower
shout it out in the darkest hour
Charlemagne, you lead us on to
Power!
War is strict as Jesus
War it's finer than spring
Service to Christ and to our King!
Shout it out from the highest tower
shout it out in the darkest hour
Charlemagne, you lead us on to power...
The gates of heaven await
Thrown open wide by Charles the Great
Glory! Glory!
Glory! Glory!
Glory!

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