Legions of the Oriflamme
Holy Standard flies
Blown by Eastern winds
Wielding shock and awe
For the Saracens
Gilded chariot
With the lad from Cloyes
Witless Christian saint
Ventures forth

'Long the Rhone they marched
Not a second thought
Serfs and clergymen
Cheering reckless hearts
Gilded chariot
With the lad from Cloyes
Young and lecherous
Deft in vice

Emblazoned in red
For blood to be shed
Legions of the Oriflamme
Hail Jerusalem
Hope we're not too late
At the crypt of Christ
Scimitars await
Blades of Saracens
Shall disintegrate