Wisdom is water, preserving all who drink of reason,
Water is wisdom, and summer now the sage's season.
Mon Dieu!
Show mercy to thy servants and keep them from harm.
Mon Dieu!
Oh hear us God of Battles, aid us with thy mighty arm.
Mon Dieu!
Our need is great.
The wolf was at bay e'er the council of the Count was needed,
Loosed is the wild wolf, and wicked men and fools are heeded.
Mon Dieu!
Show mercy to thy servants and keep them from harm.
Mon Dieu!
Oh hear us God of Battles, aid us with thy mighty arm.
Mon Dieu!
Our need is great.
Blood red the sun at the new day's bright dawning,
Red blood demanded through wounds and death and widow's mourning.
Mon Dieu!
Show mercy to thy servants and keep them from harm.
Mon Dieu!
Oh hear us God of Battles, aid us with thy mighty arm.
Mon Dieu!
Our need is great.
The far lake, wet silver, with dripping coin would pay the price of our thirst,
The near lake, keen silver, would spill our blood and keep us from the first.
Mon Dieu!
Show mercy to thy servants and keep them from harm.
Mon Dieu!
Oh hear us God of Battles, aid us with thy mighty arm.
Mon Dieu!
Our need is great.
Our swords are afire, their cruel flames consume the muslamin,
Our heart's fire is quenched, for saved we may not save our bon amis.
Mon Dieu!
Show mercy to thy servants and keep them from harm.
Mon Dieu!
Oh hear us God of Battles, aid us with thy mighty arm.
Mon Dieu!
Our need is great.
The kingdom lies broken, trampled 'neath the hoof of lust and grief,
The good Count lies broken, and trembles in his bed of fitful dreams.
Mon Dieu!
Show mercy to thy servants and keep them from harm.
Mon Dieu!
Oh hear us God of Battles aid us with thy mighty arm.
Mon Dieu!
Our sins were great.