|The Heathen Saracen|
Ne’er have I seen such a sight,
As ten thousand Saracens in all their pride.
Ne’er have I seen the grace of life.
As sands sank and overcame the walls of an ancient city;
There was never so much pride in me on the night that ten thousand Saracens died
Died in their pride.
Blood stained hands can still care
Battle hardened hearts can still love
Was it for this that the Saracens died
Ne’er have I felt so alive
As the night when ten thousand Saracens died
And the city fell and was lost
Religions conquered and fell
O’er the ancient city walls
That now stand alone
Ne’er have I seen a sight so proud
As the night when an old Saracen died
Laying in his pride
Remembering the great sands and armies
Just war with a just cause
Remembering the night when ten thousand Saracens died
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