Francia or Frankia, also called the Kingdom of the Franks (Latin: Regnum Francorum), Frankish Kingdom, Frankish Empire, Frankish Realm or occasionally Frankland, was the territory inhabited and ruled by the Franks, a confederation of Germanic tribes, during Late Antiquity and the Early Middle Ages.
The kingdom was founded by Clovis I, crowned first King of the Franks in 496. Under the nearly continuous campaigns of Pepin of Herstal, Charles Martel, Pepin the Younger, Charlemagne, and Louis the Pious—father, son, grandson, great-grandson and great-great-grandson—the greatest expansion of the Frankish empire was secured by the early 9th century.
The tradition of dividing patrimonies among brothers meant that the Frankish realm was ruled, nominally, as one polity subdivided into several regna (kingdoms or subkingdoms). The geography and number of subkingdoms varied over time, but the particular term Francia came generally to refer to just one regnum, that of Austrasia, centred on the Rhine and Meuse rivers in northern Europe. Even so, sometimes the term was used as well to encompass Neustria north of the Loire and west of the Seine.
Francia is the kingdom of the Franks. Francia may also refer to:
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Francia is a 2009 Argentina film directed by Uruguayan Adrián Caetano, starring Natalia Oreiro.
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by Laibach
Francia
by: LaibachLet's go, children of the fatherland,
Our day of glory has arrived.
Against us Tyranny
Has raised its bloody flag.
Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrive!
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'etendard sanglant est leve!
Do you hear it in the fields
And on the streets,
The howling of the savage force?
They come right into our house
To cut the throat of our mother -
France.
Amour sacre de la Patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Liberte, Liberte cherie,
Combats avec tes defenseurs!
Traitors, criminals, delinquents, slaves,
What do they want - these foreign hordes?
Why do they carry chains,
Molotovs, iron stakes
And all their weapons?
Is it really us they dare to touch?
Do they want to be US so much?
Listen to the sound on the streets
And in the ghetto, listen!
Listen to these mercenaries,
Stone-throwers, pyromaniacs, listen!
Un-named barbarians, traitors,
The rabble, listen!
Listen to the roaring
Of this fearsome force, listen!
Under their flag of Victory and Freedom!
It's never too late