The Son of Love and Lord of War I sing; Him who bade England bow to Normandy And left the name of conqueror more than king To his unconquerable dynasty. Not fann`d alone by Victory`s fleeting wing, He rear`d his bold and brilliant throne on high: The Bastard kept, like lions, his prey fast, And Britain`s bravest victor was the last.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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