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Horns Of Hattin - 1187 Lyrics

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  • Forge ahead
  • To desert lands
  • The Kingdom's fate
  • Jerusalem is in our hands
  • A steady stride
  • To barren plains
  • Around us ride
  • Death heralds from the Saracens
  • To the Horns of Hattin
  • God's best men were sent
  • To expel their final breath
  • For the Holy Land
  • Arid plains
  • Dreary men
  • Searing heat
  • Kismet is at hand
  • The True Cross high
  • The crowd proceeds
  • Tiberias nigh
  • Saladin's lure under siege
  • Dusk draws near
  • There's no retreat
  • No water here
  • The Mamluks sense the Frank's defeat that night
  • Lord God. The battle is over! We are nothing but dead men, and the Kingdom is finished! '
  • As night fell on the frankish encampment, the only relief brought onto the Crusader army was a short rest from the relentless heat. Cut off from water resources, they listened to the Muslim warriors spurring each other all night, from anxiety to confidence of victory. In the morning of July 4th, 1187, thousands of dispirited christian men set to rise together with the burning sun.
  • Gathered 'round
  • The King's red tent
  • The True Cross lost
  • The last 150 men
  • Fierce attacks
  • Demise abound
  • The King's tent falls
  • Victorious clamor all around
  • At the Horns of Hattin
  • The Lord's best men were spent
  • Perished for Jerusalem
  • Bleeding their lament
  • Noblest Knights
  • On their knees
  • Their necks bent
  • Kismet is at hand

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