Glory

Glory! Glory! Glory! Glory! Praise be to Charles or Lord Triumphant is his sword Allegiance is his word Glory! Glory! Glory! Glory! Blood! Blood is red as sunset Blood is warmer than wine The taste of salty summer brine Uh huh Steel! Steel is cold as moonlight Steel as sharper than sight The touch of bitter winter white Shout it out from the highest tower Shout it out in the darkest hour Charlemagne, you lead us on to Power! War! War is strict as Jesus War it's finer than spring War War Service to Christ and to our King! Shout it out from the highest tower Shout it out in the darkest hour Charlemagne, you lead us on to power... The gates of heaven await Thrown wide by Charles the Great We follow him through by serving his state Glory! Glory! Glory! Glory! Glory!