The Hammer

Charles Martel was a pivotal person in the history of the West, so I think he deserves a song.  Here it is.

Behind The Music:
All the songs so far are here (LINK).  Also, I’ve changed the cover art on all the songs that are italicized to match the final band name for rock:  Wilder’s Hammer.

All eight of the rock songs will be released pretty much wherever you can buy or stream music next Wednesday, and you can pre-order them now.  It’s weird going to Amazon and seeing your song there, especially when it was late and you left a typo in the title.  Well, here’s hoping they change that since I put the edit in.  Otherwise, it’ll be known forever as Deveiver.  All rock songs uploaded so far are under the band name, “Wilder’s Hammer” if you want to do a search for them.

I’ll get to work on the country songs next.  Having to go back and redo all of the cover artwork for the new names, scale to the requirements of the services (3000 x 3000 pixels, for instance) takes a few hours.  Going forward, each song by Wilder’s Hammer or Wilder’s Brigade (the country band) will be available no later than one week after it hits the blog.  The Wildertone or Christmastone stuff will just be here unless there’s a demand.

The Hammer
By John Wilder

In the year of seven thirty-two, under Frankish skies
A storm from the south, scimitars and battle cries
Moslem hordes sweep the land, conquest is their plan
Abd al-Rahman’s army marches, fueled by foul Islam

From the Pyrenees they pour, like a Muslim flood untamed
Seeking to devour the West, Allah’s name proclaimed
But a fierce warrior rises, Charles the bold
Martel means the Hammer, forged in iron cold

No crown on his head, but he holds stern command
He rallies the Franks to make their final stand
Sheild walls now, too soon for knights in shining mail
Just axes and shields, against the invader hail

Hammer of Tours, strike the blow!
Charles Martel, let the thunder flow!
Turn the tide where the rivers meet
Save the cross from the crescent’s heat

Hammer of Tours, eternal fame
The West endures in your name
One man’s might halts endless wave
Saves Europe’s soul from the grave

Near French fields, the clash ignites the day
Rahman’s riders charge, in a deadly array
But Martel’s phalanx holds like a mountain unbowed
Hammer strikes fall, the invaders are plowed

Loot wagons tempt, the Muslims turn to flee
Disarray and slaughter, victory’s decree
The Hammer descends, crushing the foe’s advance
Halting the jihad at the gates of France
At the gates of France
At the gates of France
At the gates of France

His legacy forged in that bloody fray
The father of kings, lighting the way
No hammer of gold, but of flesh and will
The evil spell broken, the West standing still

Hammer of Tours, strikes the blow
Charles Martel, let the thunder flow
Turn the tide where the rivers meet
Save the cross from the crescent’s heat

Hammer of Tours, eternal fame
The West endures in your name
One man’s might halts endless wave
Saves Europe’s soul from the grave

From the ashes of Rome, a new era awakes
The Hammer’s echo through history shakes
Without his stand, the light might have died
Dark ages deeper, no place to hide

His name the Hammer, Martel the force
Striking down evil, altering course

Hammer of Tours, your legend is alive
Charles Martel, in glory you thrive
The final clash where fate was sealed
Western world on your anvil healed

Hammer of Tours, forever ring
The savior’s strike, let the anthems sing
From that bloody field, the future’s born
The Hammer prevails, through storm and scorn

Martel
the Hammer
Martel
the Hammer
Martel
the Hammer

The hammer strikes . . .
And saves us all