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The Turkish army came at dusk

To surround us during the night

How desperate we felt that morning

When we understood the situation...

The Turks are waiting

Our knights are dying

The hot wind is blowing from south

Forming dust clouds in the air

If we don't succumb to the infidel hordes

We shall die from hunger and thirst

The Turks are waiting

Our knights are dying

For every Frank there are ten Turks

We have no choice but try to break their lines

My companions and I received absolution

And we are now riding into the fight