The day is done, the ale's just been poured, We toast tonight to the Marquis’ sword. No crown commands, no king decrees, Now peace travels on a gentle breeze So lift your glass and shout his name: (Brumenoir!) The steel still shines though none need claim. (oh!) The hand that fought through fire, and fought through rain, (oh!) Will guard us all should war come a-gain. (oh!) Épée de Charlemagne, guide nos pas, Épée de Charlemagne, reste avec moi. Sing and rejoice, call out as one: The Sword can drink; the day is won! He rode through flame, through faith, through sin, And laughed to see the dawn begin. Now sleep he takes while rivers roar, Brumenoir rests—but minds the door. So lift your glass and shout his name: (Brumenoir!) The steel still shines though none need claim. (oh!) The hand that fought through fire, and fought through rain, (oh!) Will guard us all should war come a-gain. (oh!) Épée de Charlemagne, guide nos pas, Épée de Charlemagne, reste avec moi. Sing and rejoice, call out as one: The Sword can drink; the day is won! The minstrels play, the children run, The fields are gold beneath the sun. But should the dark clouds gather near, The Marquis’ laugh is one they’ll fear. So lift your glass and shout his name: (Brumenoir!) The steel still shines though none need claim. (oh!) The hand that fought through fire, and fought through rain, (oh!) Will guard us all should war come a-gain. (oh!) Épée de Charlemagne, guide nos pas, Épée de Charlemagne, reste avec moi. Sing and rejoice, call out as one: The Sword can drink; the day is won!
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