Chanson de la Croisade

The Red Lion now made his last move A new city was his dream and everything has to stand aside Be gone you poor man Tremble on your feet A confrontation is at hand And I will strike hard Liberty is not a vain hope A sudden fever has killed the pope L

I've heard the drums of war The thunder closing in Toulouse has turned its back We've been forsaken by our kin Sentenced to burn Our innocence will be lost I need to stop this deathly march No matter the cost My eyes were blinded But now I see My jud