With face to earth, his form he laid;
Beneath him placed he his horn and sword,
And turned his face to the heathen horde
Thus hath he done the sooth to show
That Karl and his warriors all may know
That the gentle Count a conqueror died.
'Mea culpa,' full oft he cried,
And for all his sins, unto God above
In sign of penance he raised his glove.
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