Europe is holding its breath
A presentiment of fear and death
Slowly creeping north - a giant invading force
A presentiment of fear and death
Slowly creeping north - a giant invading force
Awaiting the enemy forces
On a hill surrounded by wood
It's man against horses
It's evil versus good
Charles the hammer
Charles the hammer
Charles, charles, charles the hammer
Charles the hammer
On the seventh day the battle starts
The ground is turning red
The infantry holds its ground
Standing on piles of dead
Slaughtering the enemy forces
On a hill surrounded by wood
It's man against horses
It's evil versus good
The enemies leader is killed in battle
The fiends start to run
Carolus martellus raises his sword towards the warming sun
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