Battle Clans They came in the night Like twisted ninja’s Selling their honor for terror and fright Blood spilled on Mohamed’s hands The Tower of Paris stands tall Art and culture they shall never fall They wounded the bodies They murdered the babies The symphonies of horrors in the key of D Replaced by waltzes of harmonies in C We bow in sadness to the wounded and dead We never shall forget, the cowards who spread red Tears have been shed, Liberty for a day became stale bread No one shall stain our integrity The fraternity and flag shall always fly free We shall mourn We shall cry We shall bring the devils their justice We shall in the end forgive and never forget For we are the humanity of all of France Laying flowers at the last dance Je me souvien Bataclan