A mighty warrior from the north|
So Moslem records tell,
In all the pride of pw'r went forth,
The infidel to quell.
His lofty crest seem'd to defy,
Aught peril to be night.
As far across the spreading plain,
Loud came his battle cry,
Strike down the foe, my fellow men,
We fight for God on High!
2. Unconquer'd is the valiant sword, |
Although aside 'twas laid,
When by the traitors treach'rous word,
The warrior was betray'd.
His noble heart may still defy
Aught peril to be nigh,
For soon there shall resound again,
That sacred battle cry,
Strike down the foe, my fellow man,
Ye fight for God on High!
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