Ten thousand eyes Behind the walls All turned to behold The holy emperor Dressed in crimson and steel He raised aloft his naked sword And as the damascus blade Caught the sun, he spoke thus:
"Noble captains and lords Brave soldiers ye all! Fear not the coming Of the red onslaught! Thy lances and thy swords
Cuirasses and shields The fury of the foe And bequeath unto them The fierce kiss of death! Brace in iron thine heart! Arm with faith your hands! This day shall ring with your name For all eternity to come:
Drive deep your steel Into the enemy beasts So that the infidel will know That he faces his masters And the race of his lords The progeny of glories old Sons of greeks and romans, all!"
