| A glorious day — It turned our fate
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| We left behind our life in darkness
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| No longer downhearted in misery
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| No longer tormented by hostile oppression
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| We faced the challenge of our enemies
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| To bring about a final decision
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| Brave and courageous in heart and mind
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| We took up the fight without hesitation
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| Before the dusk of day
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| Another battle was won
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| We fought fearless and brave
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| Jubilation and joy everywhere
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| Like a holy crusade mighty and tall
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| Escorting the King to his coronation
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| We crossed the land to get him to Reims
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| Through hostile domain, without resistance
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| Preceding the ride, our fearless guide
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| The virgin in arms, in silver armour
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| Hastening now, in restless mood
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| Determined to keep her solemn promise
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| All seems so wondrous, unreal
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| Can hardly grasp what I see — But still it’s real
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| The king anointed and crowned
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| Songs of praise all around — Filling the air
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| Euphoric mood prevails
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| The crowd elated now
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| The virgin in tears of joy
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| Ringing bells resound all around |