Fidelium

Coming back from the trip, from Granville to Vendée (repeat)
We thought we’d return to our homes
Maybe reconcile
There were few men left to fight
Just a handful of determined ones, saying it was necessary

The republic is reassured, tomorrow we’ll be crushed
The republic is reassured, tomorrow we’ll be crushed
They can dance the Carmagnole
And think they can kill us
From the hedgerows to the land of yoles
We know how to hide
We know how to hide

But when they had killed the women, the old folks, and the kids
But when they had killed the women, the old folks, and the kids
They decided to settle the score
To loot everything, to massacre
And while making the powder speak
They turned the land into a blaze
They turned the land into a blaze

And when they had assassinated, they immediately withdrew
And when they had assassinated, they immediately withdrew
Like wolves in their den
Thinking they were untouchable
They returned to their barracks
But we hunted them down
But we hunted them down
Soldiers of the land blessed
With little folk and fairies
Mélusine is by your side
Soldiers of the broken land
From the Loire to Vendée
Saint Michael is by your side

Our captains didn’t want to suffer another humiliation
Our captains didn’t want to suffer another humiliation
They told us to push forward
We’re close to catching up with them
We’re going to wipe out this scum
We’re going to get our revenge
We’re going to get our revenge

From the sheath they drew the sword, and asked us to attack
From the sheath they drew the sword, and asked us to attack
For God, for the king, for France
That’s the motto of the rebels
For God, for the king, for France
We fight for freedom, and for our outraged families

While they were camped, not a moment to suspect
While they were camped, not a moment to suspect
We stormed the place
With knife, rifle, and sword
We stormed the place
They ended up dropping everything, their weapons, and especially their pride

General, my general, what will we do with the prisoners?
General, my general, what will we do with the prisoners?
We’ll execute them
The soldiers as well as the officers
We’ll make them pay for our tears
We won’t show mercy, we won’t have any prisoners

Soldiers of the land blessed
With little folk and fairies
Mélusine is by your side
Soldiers of the broken land
From the Ocean to Angers
Saint Michael is by your side

But when the ladies of Mortagne heard the men speak
But when the ladies of Mortagne heard the men speak
They slammed their fists on the table
And everyone listened to them
Arguing that it would be regrettable
To condemn your piety, you’d be dishonored

Don’t be about vengeance, grant them your mercy
Don’t be about vengeance, grant them your mercy
You can’t dare the crime
Without fear of being judged one day
When you leave for the peaks
At the hour of the last judgment, you yourself will be forgiven

Soldiers of the blessed land
With little folk and fairies
Mélusine is by your side
Soldiers of the broken land
In their hearts by the damned
Saint Michael is by your side
Soldiers of the blessed land
With little folk and fairies
Mélusine is by your side
Soldiers of the broken land

From the Loire to Vendée
Saint Michael is by your side