My Lord King Charles
A state of crises has emerged
For you have encoured the wrath
Of the lombard king Desiderius
Cast his daughter aside
And took another for your wife
He has taken offence
And its to late to make amends
Our Papal lands have been occupied by force
And fallen to the hands of the barbarian horde
For too long that vile race has remained a threat
To papal authority
That scheming lombard king
Is flauting his debt
Willfully
We must stand up and wage war
This has gone on for to long
Its in all of our interest to subdue them
Once and for all
My lord and holy father
This I pledge to thee
Like my fathers before me
I shall fight for the holy city
My lord and holy father
I pledge thee my loyalty
I shall see this holy city
Restored to its former glory
It has been 300 years
Since cross the alps came thoses faithless laggards
To usurp the lands
Of their peaceloving neighbors
Encroaching closer upon Rome
Their leaders wanted to capture it for their own
And now king Desiderius
Has started to harass us
Your father was a champion of the church
An agent of civilization in the western world
Chosen to lead the people to the cross
The time is once more upon us
To look to our old friends
As your fathers before you
Came to our defense
And you are...
I am the chosen one
To lead the faithless to the cross
In his empire in the west
Over the Lords flock You/I keep watch
My lord and holy father
I pledge thee my loyalty
I shall see this holy city
Restored to its former glory
And with the authority vested in me
I shall claim the iron crown of Lombardy
At the foot of the alps, an army of men from all nations of Frankish territory gathred together,
and keeping in unity advance across the treacherous passes of the mountain range
that divided the kingdom of francia from the kingdom of the lombards
It was here that a long a siege that was to last for many months
through what was to be the longest winter for both the Frankish and lombard forces took place
Crouching nether they marched
Through countless mountain ridges they advanced
Drift of snow gets in the eye
And rocks that veer a mile into the sky
In the foothills the scenic lakes
Remain in smoking glades in their way
Into parties they dispatched
In a move to push the enemy back
After months of siege at the border of the alps
The obstinate lombard king finally gave in to our savior
Forced to give hostages and to restore towns and fortresses
Which he had taken from the Pope
On the holy sacrament he then took an oath
The time if once more upon us
To look to our old friends
As your fathers before you
Came to our defense
And you are...
I am the chosen one
To lead the faithless to the cross
In his empire in the west
Over the Lords flock You/I keep watch
Come springtime!
The last of the alpine blast and blown
The franks are still encamped by the banks of the river Po
Come springtime!
The last of the alpine blast and blown
The son of Desiderius to Byzantium has flown
Come springtime!
The last of the alpine blast and blown
The banks of the river Po are swelled by the melting snow
