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Horns Of Hattin
1187 Lyrics
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