Le Roy Engloys - When French Medieval Song meets METAL in this short film

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Le Roy Engloys - When Medieval Music meets METAL

Experience the epic fusion of medieval music and metal with Le Roy Engloys! This unique animation brings together two contrasting genres in a captivating way.

In this electrifying remix, the classic French medieval song "Le Roy Engloys" meets the intense energy of metal. The result is a thrilling blend of ancient melodies and modern heavy riffs, guaranteed to transport you to the battlefields of the Middle Ages. With its driving rhythms and soaring vocals, this medieval metal masterpiece is sure to appeal to fans of epic music, chant de guerre, and French folklore. So, join the battle cry and experience the raw power of "Le Roy Engloys" like never before!

Extrait mis en musique et illustré par EratoRevival / icipoesie.
La musique et la vidéo sont entièrement électroniques et créées avec plusieurs outils dont des IA.

℗ 2024 icipoesie

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Lyrics in old French

Le roy Englois se faisoit appeler
Le roy de France par s'appellation.
Il a voullu hors du pays mener
Les bons François hors de leur nation.

Or est il mort à Saint Fiacre en Brie,
Du pays de France ils sont tous deboutez,
Il n’est plus mot de ces Englois couez.
Mauldicte soit trestoute la lignye !

Ils ont chargé l’artellerie sur mer,
Force biscuit et chascun ung bidon,
Et par la mer jusqu’en Bisquaye aller
Pour couronner leur petit roy Godon,

Maiz leur effort n’est rien que moquerie;
Cappitaine Pregent les a si bien frottez
Qu’ils ont esté esters et en mer enfondrez.
Que mauldicte en soit trestoutte la lignye.


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Lyrics in english

The English King named himself
The King of France by his own designation.
He wanted to throw out,
The good French people out of their nation.

But he died in Saint-Fiacre in Brie,
From the country of France they've all been thrown.
No more is spoken of these English tails.
May their whole lineage be cursed!

They have charged the artillery to the sea,
Lots of biscuit and each one a tummy,
And by the sea up to Biscay they go,
To crown their little Godon king.

But their effort is nothing but mockery:
Captain Prégent fought them well
And they've been buried on land and sea.
May their whole lineage be cursed!