Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Lament for Clairac lyrics

Sweet place where I adored Phyllis of yore, Sun-hallowed walls that held my soul in charms, Today beneath our sundered roofs no more Than bloody spoils for prideful men at arms, Cloth of the altar gone in smoke and scorned, Temple in ruins, mysteries undone, Horrific relicts of a city burned, Men, horses, palaces, buried as one. Deep moats packed with debris from shattered walls, Tableaux of horror, shrieks and burials, River where blood runs endlessly on by, Slaughterfields where the wolves and crows gorge free, Clairac! For the one birth you gave to me How many, many d**hs you make me die.