Charles Martel

Charles Martel, the day will come again

I'll see you lead the cavalry to charge!

Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve

You dyed Malmedy blood-red!

Tours recall the glory of your hosts

Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings!

The crescent moon you drove back to the sea

Once and for all...

And when the sound of battle horns

Shall keenly fill the air anon

We'll rise with pride our banner high

And answer to our king's call!

Charles Martel, the day will come again

I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage!

Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve

You dyed Malmedy blood-red!

Tours recall the glory of your hosts

Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings!

The crescent moon you drove back to the sea

Once and for all...

Even when the horns of war

Shall echo in the fields no more

When in tatters hangs our flag

And empty be the throne of Franks

We'll still keep watch by night to see

Charles Marterl return again!

Rest now my king but light be thy sleep

Thy foes still covet thy crown...

Charles Martel, the day will come again

I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage!

Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve

You dyed Malmedy blood-red!

Tours recall the glory of your hosts

Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings!

The crescent moon you drove back to the sea

Once and for all...