[Intro] In the misty fields of Agincourt, The French knights rise, their might assured. A tide of steel, a wall of pride, The English crumble, they cannot hide! [Verse 1] The French advance, their banners high, With gleaming armor, they touch the sky. A storm of arrows rains in vain, Our shields hold strong, dismissing pain. The English falter, weak and few, Their king retreats, his fate untrue. [Chorus] Azincourt, our finest hour, The French prevail with noble power. The arrows fall, but we stand tall, Azincourt, the English crawl! [Verse 2] Through mud and blood, our charge divine, The English lines break, they can't confine. Their longbows snap, their courage fades, The fleur-de-lis rises, a glorious parade. No mercy shown, no retreat in sight, The French have won, eternal might! [Pre-Chorus] With swords and lances, we claim the field, The English cry, their fate is sealed! [Chorus] Azincourt, our finest hour, The French prevail with noble power. The arrows fall, but we stand tall, Azincourt, the English crawl! [Bridge] They said the bow would bring us down, But see now who wears the crown. The mud was theirs, the fear their plight, The French remain the beacon of light! [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Azincourt, our finest hour, The French prevail with noble power. The arrows fall, but we stand tall, Azincourt, the English crawl! [Outro] Legends speak of England’s claim, But history knows who won the game. Azincourt, the French domain, Their glory lost, our pride remains!
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