When The Sword Falls (Rebel Rally)

Verse 1 Miracle ou masque, nul ne le sait, Ombre voilée, il marche en secret. Les rois l’exhibent, drapeau vivant, Mais lui se tait, son regard tranchant. Verse 2 Miracle or mask, no man can say, Veiled shadow still, he walks his way. The kings parade him, banner unfurled, But he stays silent, apart from the world. Chorus Épée de Charlemagne, The Sword, the Sword, the Sword. Quand l’épée tombe, le trône chancelle, Quand l’épée tombe, la cour chancelle. When the Sword falls, the throne will shake, When the Sword falls, the crown will break. Verse 3 Le vin versé, rouge sang du roi, Silence plus dur qu’un canon de foi. Versailles frémit, mais le peuple chante, L’épée est nôtre, vivante ou absente. Verse 4 The wine he spilled, red blood of the crown, Silence more sharp than a cannon’s sound. Versailles trembled, yet the people sing, The sword is ours — with or without king. Chorus Épée de Charlemagne, The Sword, The Sword, the Sword. Quand l’épée tombe, le trône chancelle, Quand l’épée tombe, la cour chancelle. When the sword falls, the throne will shake, When the sword falls, the crown will break. Outro L’épée est nôtre, vivante ou absente. The Sword is ours — with or without king.