[Verse 1] Old as the stone under cities. Young as the frost on the fields. Standing as both sword and shield... Our sword and shield. He guards from the base of heaven, With frost on his banner's edge. Saint and storm in silk and steel. Immortal is the mountain’s pledge. [Prechorus] Below in the valley, Are the Seneschal's fleur-de-lys... The lilies are his to protect. And in his light... We are safe. [Chorus] Raise your eyes to Mont Blanc. Oh, raise your eyes. It's there upon high that he reigns. Oh, Hail the Sword of Charlemagne! Hail the Sword of Charlemagne! Deathless... Eternal lord of snow and ice. Deathless... He will keep his lilies alive. Deathless... His lifeblood pours to pay the price. Deathless... He bleeds so his lilies may thrive. And so we bloom in the valley below... We bloom... in the valley below. [Verse 2] Older than crowns that have shattered. Ageless, his years are unknown. Unyeilding as mountain stone. Our mountain stone. He walks through fire and famine. Fought men now fallen to dust. He leaves frost in his passing. The Sword will never rust. [Chorus] Raise your eyes to Mont Blanc. Oh, raise your eyes. It's there upon high that he reigns. Oh, Hail the Sword of Charlemagne! Hail the Sword of Charlemagne! Deathless... Eternal lord of snow and ice. Deathless... He will keep his lilies alive. Deathless... His lifeblood pours to pay the price. Deathless... He bleeds so his lilies may thrive. And so we bloom in the valley below... We bloom... in the valley below. [Bridge] If the mountain ever falters, If the white runs red with flame, He will stand where the world fractures And take the wounds in our name. He will bear the weight of time... The valley is not alone... [Final Chorus] Raise your eyes to Mont Blanc. Oh, raise your eyes. It's there upon high that he reigns. Oh, Hail the Sword of Charlemagne! Hail the Sword of Charlemagne! Deathless... Eternal lord of snow and ice. Deathless... He will keep his lilies alive. Deathless... His lifeblood pours to pay the price. Deathless... He bleeds so his lilies may thrive. And so we bloom in the valley below... We bloom... in the valley below. [Outro] So raise your eyes to Mont Blanc, As his lilies still remain. Not untouched, but still standing. Sheltered from storm and pain. Deathless, the mountain remembers Every drop that fell like rain. And the flowers grow ever brighter, For the blood in the snow that remains. Deathless... Deathless... Deathless... Deathless.
