作词 : Marie-Claire Calvet
作曲 : Marco Sabiu
Young Charlemagne:

Does a man have to fight all his life
Only in death to take flight to the skies
Warmongers vie to take my throne 
No respect is ever shown 
To Pope or Prince, nor man nor beast 
And steal our cattle for to feast  
No earthly princeling mine shall take
Or scand'lous idolatry so fake.

Charlemagne:

In borderland raids they came in their hordes 
Ransacking villages, taking the spoils
With nothing to lose and possessions few
Bold, sturdy, fearless and cruel.

Young Charlemagne:

Defiant of baptism on pain of death
Tough measures call for me to be ruthless
To set an example to the rebels
Draconian for their worship of devils.

Charlemagne:

How many times did I venture forth
To the extreme wilderness of the North 
To subdue those whose hatred was great
'Gainst churches and priests of our Christian state?

Four thousand men all dead in one day
They would not renounce their heathen ways
Thirty years of campaigning consumed  
To subject those pagans to Christian rule.


Choir:

The Bloody Verdict of Verden.

Young Charlemagne:

River flowing red with the blood of 4000 men that I did behead.

Charlemagne:

I shed blood of Saxon men
I shed the blood of the Saxon men.

Young Charlemagne:

I shed the blood of the Saxon men.

Charlemagne:

I shed the blood of the Saxon men.

Young Charlemagne:

I shed it at Verden.

Charlemagne:

I shed the blood of the Saxon men
I shed the blood of 4000 Saxon men
I shed blood of Saxon men
I shed the blood of the Saxon men.

Young Charlemagne:

I shed the blood of the Saxon men.

Young Charlemagne:

Shall my realm be taken as I toil 
To force others out of Frankish soil 
And I return to learn that all is lost?
Yet my companions I trust, the sword and the cross.

Those good industrious Frankish folk, 
Who toil our lands with oxen and yoke
Whilst Lombard, Bulgar and Moorish men 
Dare to even glance at them.

Charlemagne:

Converting entire tribes by the sword
In the name of Jesus Christo our Lord
On that day in Verden no mercy given 
Victory for the chosen people.

Young Charlemagne:

Weary grow I of this task which fell 
'Pon the shoulders of a man who yearns to spend
But one hour with wife and child
To gaze 'pon faces innocent and mild.

Charlemagne:

Four thousand men all dead in one day
They would not renounce their heathen ways
Thirty years of campaigning consumed  
To subject those pagans to Christian rule.

Choir:

To build a better world than ever has been seen.

Charlemagne and Young Charlemagne:

An empire made great by deeds of great Kings.

Charlemagne:

I shed blood of Saxon men
I shed the blood of the Saxon men.

Young Charlemagne:

I shed the blood of the Saxon men.

Charlemagne:

I shed the blood of the Saxon men.

Young Charlemagne:

I shed it at Verden.

Charlemagne:

I shed the blood of the Saxon men
I shed the blood of 4000 Saxon men
I shed blood of Saxon men
I shed the blood of the Saxon men.

Young Charlemagne:

I shed the blood of the Saxon men.