Christopher Lee - Act II: The Iron Crown of Lombardy lyrics

My Lord King Charles A state of crises has emerged For you have encoured the wrath Of the lombard king Desiderius Cast his daughter aside And took another for your wife He has taken offence And its to late to make amends Our Papal lands have been occupied by force And fallen to the hands of the barbarian horde For too long that vile race has remained a threat To papal authority That scheming lombard king Is flauting his [debt?] Willfully We must stand up and wage war This has gone on for to long Its in all of our interest to subdue them Once and for all My lord and holy father This I pledge to thee Like my fathers before me I shall fight for the holy city My lord and holy father I pledge thee my loyalty I shall see this holy city Restored to its former glory It has been 300 years Since cross the alps came thoses faithless [?] To usurp the lands Of their peaceloving neighbors Encroaching closer upon Rome Their leaders wanted to capture it for their own And now king Desiderius Has started to hara** us Your father was a champion of the church An agent of civilization in the western world Chosen to lead the people to the cross The time is once more upon us To look to our old friends As your fathers before you Came to our defense And you are.. I am the chosen one To lead the faithless to the cross In his empire in the west Over the Lords flock You/I keep watch My lord and holy father I pledge thee my loyalty I shall see this holy city Restored to its former glory And with the authority vested in me I shall claim the iron crown of Lombardy [narrator] At the foot of the alps, an army of men from all nations of Frankish territory gathred together, and keeping in unity advance across the treacherous pa**es of the mountain range that divided the kingdom of francia from the kingdom of the lombards It was here that a long a siege that was to last for many months through [what] was to be the longest winter for both the Frankish and lombard forces took place Crouching nether they marched Through countless mountain ridges they advanced Drift of snow gets in the eye And rocks that veer a mile into the sky In the foothills the scenic lakes Remain in smoking glades in their way Into parties they dispatched In a move to push the enemy back After months of siege at the border of the alps The obstinate lombard king finally gave in to our savior Forced to give hostages and to restore towns and fortresses Which he had taken from the Pope On the holy sacrament he then took an oath The time if once more upon us To look to our old friends As your fathers before you Came to our defense And you are.. I am the chosen one To lead the faithless to the cross In his empire in the west Over the Lords flock You/I keep watch Come springtime! The last of the alpine blast and blown The franks are still encamped by the banks of the river Po Come springtime! The last of the alpine blast and blown The son of Desiderius to Byzantium has flown Come springtime! The last of the alpine blast and blown The banks of the river Po are swelled by the melting snow