But the kings cried out and shouted
As they drained the sweetened mead:
"Was it thus that the Franks were routed,
When we made Europe bleed?
"This king with a leaden rattle
And death that comes from afar,
What pride hath he of the battle?
What lust to maim or mar?
"The loot and the red blood running
Were the only signs we saw;