Tongue of Iron

Over a score of nobles slain by Widukind

Two envoys cut down, the third flying with a tale of woe

Mighty Prince Carolus girded with gleaming arms

And plumed helm marched upon the men of Saxony with vengeful haste

Massacring them through bloodied shields and bellicose spears

Strength of courage and blood smeared arrows won the field for the king

Dragging the surviving forest dwellers to Verden

There on the banks of the river Aller

With a word from his iron tongue the headsman's axe fell continuously on

Time and again