...and The Horns Called For War Lyrics - Ancient Rites

And the horn called for war! 

The Franks strike on, their hearts are good and stout 

Moors are slain, a thousandfold, in crowds 

Left of five score are not two thousand now 

No man on earth has more nor better found 

In chronicles of Franks is written down 

What vassalage he had, our Emperor 

(Charlemagne) 

And the horns...called for war! 

Marvelous in the battle now and grand 

The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand 

Then had you seen sorrowing of clans 

So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man! 

Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs! 

The Saracens cannot withstand the attack! 

And the horns.. called for war 

And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!! 

No house stood there but straight 

Its walls must crack 

In full mid-day 

The darkness was so grand 

And no light was in the land 

And many said, We in the judgement stand 

The end of time is presently at hand 

They spoke no truth, they did not understand 

't was the great day of mourning for Roliant 

And the horns.. called for war 

And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!! 

Marvelous in the battle now and grand 

The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand 

Then had you seen sorrowing of clans 

So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man! 

Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs! 

The Saracens cannot withstand the attack! 

And the horns.. called for war!!!