| We’re roaming idly through the land
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| No marching orders to attack
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| I wonder why we resitate
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| Evil rumours circulate
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| Something’s going on around
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| Can’t tell what it’s all about
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| Sinister sensation
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| A fatal situation
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| Our king irresolute inside
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| Worried to resume the fight
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| Relies on false diplomacy
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| Agreements made in secrecy
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| No Armistice to stop this war
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| We’ll defeat them, here we are
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| No longer conspiracy
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| No more hesitation
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| Instead of marching
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| Against our ebemies
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| Senseless waiting
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| In corridors of time
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| Our anointed king
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| Unsure to do what’s right
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| Still tormented by
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| Doubts, uncertainty
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| Resolute to fight
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| Impatiently insides
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| We feel like in chains
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| Wasted time
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| We will fight again
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| It’s our destiny
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| Finally we will be
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| Forever free
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Why is there no aim in sight?
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| We know neither our way, nor the plan, what has the king in mind?
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| Ready now to win the war
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| We’ve Paris to regain… But
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| We can’t strike again, here and now, unless we get the king’s command
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| We have gathered to resume our campaign
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| Though the king is still in doubt
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| We are ready now to join our virgin’s call
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| Confident in mind and soul — in mind and soul |