| The sun it rises to a day filled with hope
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| For Charles offered to confer terms of peace
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| So to Verden our warriors came unarmed
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| Trusting his words so the killing may cease
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| In came the heroes of Sünthe-Lo
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| Only Wittekind was missing
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| He did not trust the promise of peace
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| Granted by a Frankish King
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| Betrayal
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| Betrayal
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| Unarmed they were butchered
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| While priests chant their tunes
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| The best of a people lie murdered and ruined
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| Such is the love of the priests and their lord
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| But history books will remember Blood Court
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| There lie the fallen for justice we cry
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| The priests say a prayer and shrug with a sigh
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| The king calls it justice, his word is the law
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| But it was just a slaughter for all that we saw
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| Wittekind, the only hope left for freedom
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| Wittekind, the last one to avenge the treason
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| All the power of the Saxons unite
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| Wittekind, you must fight |