(Charles:) Now the day has come I am well prepared Down with all this scum No one shall be spared Look now as they kneel Begging from afar They're not worth to deal with Let's show them who we are
March formation!
(Charles:) A hedgehog made of spikes 8000 in a square Our knights bring in the fight First blood is in the air They're standing on the hill I need to lure them down Try to break their will And fight them till they're gone
Pull back the vanguard!
Wielded halberds, rattling guns Roaring horns and pounding drums Grandson!
(Narrator:) Now his fate is sealed Both main armies arrive To Burgundians it seems That their army flees They panic and they run Trying to save their lives The duke has lost the battle Before it has begun
Chase and kill them!
Wielded halberds, rattling guns Roaring horns and pounding drums Grandson!
A moment of confusion Burgundians gone astray Run cowards, run Taste the reckoning way A moment of confusion Your treasure's gone astray Run cowards, run This is the reckoning day
(Charles:) I've never seen such cowardice My soldiers ran away They didn't fight the enemy And so we lost the day You have won the battle But you did not win the war I will return I promise This shame must be undone
I will strike back!
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