Part VI: The Wary Ravens of Hroptatyr (II. The Conquest Is Marching) Lyrics

Case Godfred had pledged one's word
He chose to honour the ring he has girded
Itzehoe, beyond the Elbe river
Was the first prop of the Charle's soldiers

Then the king...drove his boats...on Frisland shore
He landed...with his troops... close by the harbour
After plunder of the abbey
The norsemen imposed a tribute
Their ships must be pilled again with money
All bells and voices will be mute
Then the king...spoke again...it was a new menace
He will tread axminster and will burn the palace

Charlemagne's words
If I cannot cheek this demons by my sword
I should use cunning and treachery
If I cannot chase these heathens by my hand
Then the death of their king will be a tragedy

At times the success of the chief seems supercilious
Then the envy is stronger than the respect of the master
Trustworthy friends aren't numerous
Profit even changes the best

At times the glory of the chief is unbearable
Then hatred is higher than the respect of the master
The genuine friends must be reliable
The greed even changes the best