When I pass from this world to the next
When I am laid and my soul is put to rest
My legacy will be there for all to see
For how long after I am gone will my deeds outlive me
The Apostle says we must all appear before our Christ
To judge my place in the world, the way I framed my life
'Tis a fearful thing to fall into God's hands
Only he who repents shall pass into the heavenly lands.
When all the deeds of my life are played before my eyes
Will what I see come as a great surprise?
Life is short the hour of death uncertain
I must confess my sins before they draw the final curtain.
Will I be remembered for my victories small and great
The glory of the Christian name I sought to disseminate?
Let legend mark me as the King
Of whom future generations will sing.
Cast me not in my old age
When my will and strength doth fail
Forsake me not 'til I show forth Thy arm
To all the ages that are yet to come.
All in time shall be revealed
When all is done my fate is sealed
In manus Tuas, Domine,
Et anima mea quam redemisti.
And will the Golden Age of Charlemagne
Glow more brightly long after my reign?
When all the battles have been lost and won.
Will this warrior King in memory still live on, live on, live on, live on?
It was with the sword I overcame my assailants
Those heathen hordes for whom menaces, gifts and presents
Seemed to speak louder than arguments and reason
I did what I had to, to spread the true religion.
Was the terror of extreme punishment as a means
To enforce observance of the doctrines of peace
There were of course moments, I desired to surrender
My crown, robes, royal hoard and my holy sceptre.
Sometimes I wondered why
I could not retire from this world
To the peace of a monastic cell
Or a pilgrim to the road.
Let legend mark me as the King
Of whom future generations will sing.
Cast me not in my old age
When my will and strength doth fail
Forsake me not 'til I show forth Thy arm
To all the ages that are yet to come.
All in time shall be revealed
When all is done my fate is sealed
In manus Tuas, Domine,
Et anima mea quam redemisti.
And will the Golden Age of Charlemagne
Glow more brightly long after my reign?
When all the battles have been lost and won.
Will this warrior King in memory still live on, live on, live on, live on?
Still live on, live on, live on, live on?