Where stands the last noble man,
Who still has heart to sing?
Where reigns the virtuous warrior,
The long-awaited King?

Nowhere may a Christian man
His distinguished valor show,
Nowhere may a knight-at-arms
Beat down insidious foes.

Awaiting him the night grows old,
And clouds obscure the moon,
And blood staining green earth red
For vengeance heaven moves.

Not a song have we to sing,
Nor wine to cheer our heart,
And tyrants strive our brow to brand
With Hades’ baleful mark.


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