The Conflict of Toulouse

The Red Lion now made his last move

A new city was his dream and everything has to stand aside

Be gone you poor man

Tremble on your feet

A confrontation is at hand

And I will strike hard

Liberty is not a vain hope

A sudden fever has killed the pope

Listen well! A dulcimer calls

It is time to resist

I reclaimed my city

And help is on the way

Fortify the walls

And sharpen your sword

Years come and pass

But bravery will last

Our name shall write

The history of our time

Side by side we must take heart

Shining metal as far as the eye can see

One by one every man takes part

His power yields, hide your anxiety

In the distance he stood, the pinnacle of dread

His vision crossed by stiff resistance

A last assault had to make short work

Of the plotting of heretic and sword

Side by side we must take heart

Shining metal as far as the eye can see

One by one every man takes part

His power yields, hide your anxiety

Storm the city, head for the gates

Leave no man or woman alive

I called in reinforcements

This war has endured too long

Behold! My brother shot down

Now feel my cold revenge

"But just after he has spoken these words

He was killed by the troops on the wall"

The terror of the north

Stopped by a well aimed stone

His men fled, stroke astound

Cheer with me

"Lo loq es mort!"