[Text inspired by El temps cant vei cazer fòlhas e flors, a crusade song by the troubadour Gaucerant de Sant-Leidier from the bishopric of Velay.]
At the time when flowers and leaves fall
and the piafs twist because of the wind
which turns and turns them
And leaves them shaggy, stunned, without hope,
Likewise our new masters have put
Wisdom, Honor and Loyalty and Race
In the trash of the Bastard Republic...
And before us lies the dark rubble of our fathers Our dead mirrors of the
great majesty of our History,
And if we remembered the great love
that they devoted to the glory of France,
Maybe there would be more Crusaders!
[Accordion: Ardraos]
Who would take up arms
So that the traitors in tears
Quickly leave our country
Because of its glory
They have failed.
Let the rabble be alarmed
At the sight of our men at arms
Ready to rally the ranks
Of the valiant people and the Greats!
Ah, who will want to recover their senses
And deserve it
Let him go to the zones ×× ××§× from France
And let it fry!
[With Audrey:]
Ah, who will want to cover with ××
These × ××
Let him join now
Our ××¢×!
Flute: Autumnos
Hurdy-gurdy : L'Atrabilaire
Swedish song: Ravenlord
Oh! Let's follow the Demonarch
For gall and fury
Will draw his bow
To shoot the thieves!
[With Audrey:]
Let's follow the Anarch King
/>He will purge France
Of its impostors
With a machine gun.

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