Through the dungeon walls I hear the battle cry I hear the call - Echoes of Freedom in the air The Army of the Lion marches on the shores of Jaffa Pagan blood flows free - A clash of swords collide with Trumpets bleating wide the charge of mighty England's crown
Forty weeks in Moorish lands then captured in the Arab sands Accursed Chastel Pellerin - Charged up from the rear that night A silent strike of fear surrendered bloody swords Tortured by the Seljuk Turks we're forced to disavow HIS works Or lose our heads
I'm on my way to Freedom I'm on my way tomorrow (To kill me the Saracen leader, true to my vow)
Acrid smoke invades the cell impeding our escape from Hell My warders speak and I defy; "Allah deserts his followers..." His followers in turn desert the bloodied field My insolence has earned their punishment My hand is burned and bleeding
Our holy crusade is a sign of our faith Not for ourselves but for GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
