Riding in righteous rage, laying waste the land Killing women, children, beast and man Raping the young, torturing the old Forging your way to streets of gold
Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle
Stealing, plundering, No! Take that which is rightfully yours Your book of insane dreams and tyrant king told us you so Destroy the non-believers just to save your soul Evangelize the land make it pure again
Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle because you know you are blessed Crusader, kill to please your god above Crusader, make a joyful sound Spill the blood upon the ground
You gasp your last breath of icy autumn frost You look into the eyes of the youth whom to your life is lost Cast your blurry glance to the skies, realize No one comes to take your hand from the promised land
Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle
Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest Crimson gushes from your mouth as you wait for death
Crusader, Die to please your god above Crusader, Make a joyful sound Your blood got spilled upon the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
