Save Burgundy

Alas the tide is ever changing,
the dragon's scourge upon the sky.
The kings' already left the courtyard,
the prince is wounded, bound and tied.
Oh Save Burgundy, Oh Save Burgundy,
Oh Save Burgundy,
and let him go.

Alas the tide is ever changing,
the sword has fallen from the sky.
Within the west the sun is setting
and one can hear the village cry
Oh Save Burgundy, Oh Save Burgundy,
Oh Save Burgundy.

Alas the tide is ever changing;
so many shields of empty pride;
within this night a storm is raging
beneath a gray and misty sky.
Oh Save Burgundy, Oh Save Burgundy,
Oh Save Burgundy
and let us go.

 

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