Act III: The Bloody Verdict of Verden Lyrics

Song	Act III: The Bloody Verdict of Verden
Artist	Christopher Lee
Artist	YoungStar
Album	Charlemagne: By the Sword and the Cross
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	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.

	zuo ci : MarieClaire Calvet
	zuo qu : 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.

	zuò cí : MarieClaire Calvet
	zuò qǔ : 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.

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