#744 - Indicação da Semana - 90

Bem, hoje venho aqui com a indicação da semana, uma música do grandiosíssimo Christopher Lee, mago, vampiro, sith, o homem mais velho há gravar um disco de metal...sem mais delongas (triste não ter achado a música dele que queria postar, mas essa também é boa):

Chistopher Lee - The Bloody Veredict of Verden

The Bloody Veredict of Verden

Does a man have to fight all his life?
Only in death to take flight to the skies
Warmongers fight to take my throne
No respect is ever shown
To Pope, or Prince, nor man nor beast
And steal our cattle for the feast
No Earthly princeling mind shall take
For scandalous idolatry so fake

... All night Raids....
They came in their Hordes
Ransacking villagse
Taking the spoils
With nothing to lose
and possessions few
Bold
Sturdy
Fearless and cruel

Defiant of Baptism on pain of death
Tough measures call for me to be ruthless
To set an example to the rebels
Draconian for their worship of Devils

How many times did I venture forth
To the extreme wilderness of the north?
To subdue those whose hatred was great
Agains churches and priests of out Christian State

12,000 men all dead in one day
They would not recounce the heathen ways
Thirty yeats of campaigning consumed
To subject those Pagans to Christian rule

The Bloody Verdict of Verden
Rives flowing red with the blood of 4,000 men that i did behead

(I shed Blood of Saxon Men)
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men
I shed it at Verden
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men
I shed the Blood of 4,000 Saxon men
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men
I shed the Blood of the Saxon man!

Shall my realm be taken as I toil?
To force others out of Frankish soil
And I return to learn that all is lost
Yet my companions I trust, the sword and the Cross
Those good industrious Frankish folk
Who toil out lands with Oxen and Yoke

Whilst Lombard, Vulgar and Moorish men dare even glance at them

Converting entire tribes by the sword
In the name of Jesus Christo, Our Lord
On that day in Verden
No mercy given
Victory to the chosen people

Weary grow I of this task which fell
On the shoulders of a man who yearns to spend
But one hour with wife and Child
To gaze on faces innocent and mild

12,000 men all dead in one day
They would not renounce the heathen ways
Thirty years of campaigning consumed
To subject those Pagans to Christian rule
To be of the banner one
And even has been seen
An empire made great by deeds of great kings

(I shed Blood of Saxon Men)
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men
I shed it at Verden
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men
I shed the Blood of 4,000 Saxon men
I shed the Blood of the Saxon men
I shed the Blood of the Saxon man!

Até amanhã!