| Now has come the day
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| Here we stand now
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| Once again in arms and armour
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| On the battlefield
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| Ready to attack
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| In expectation of our enemies
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| Once again defied
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| We approach the site
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| We’re aware of a furious battle
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| Craving for the fight
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| Impatiently inside
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| Heading for our final freedom
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| At last we reach Patay
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| A field, wide and calm
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| The place, where we meant to meet
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| An enormous army in arms
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| Instead they prepared a deceit
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| By lurking underhand
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| Hiding behind the trees
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| In the forest behind the field
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| Suddenly a warning sign appears
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| We perceive the trap, seize sword and spear
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| Even though we are
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| In minority
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| We pounce upon them, to crush their front rows
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| We encircle them
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| Attack Relentlessly
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| Overcome their numerical majority
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| Inexorable
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| Inexhaustible
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| In certainty of the victory
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| We defeat them
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| Finally once again
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| Taking vengeance for Azincourt
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| In disorder, totally confused
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| Our enemies on the run
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| After countless battles we feel
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| The final combat is won
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| Now the prophecy comes true
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| Foreseen so long ago
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| Fulfilled
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| By a virgin in arms
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| By order of a higher force
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| Now relieved from occupation
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| At last released from cruel invasion
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| There’s no time left for hesitation
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| Let’s escort our king to his coronation |