Crusade

From ashes of this world
From the deep Black of Night
We are in misery

From freedom of faith
For glory of your Hate
we are marching on crusade

Marching for to search your king for kill him,
We need holy blood in our skin.
Across the gates of sky, and felling your faith,
the words as you say: Mercy!
Die!

Faith, Behold
Hell, Honor
Chose your fate

Praying for God, but
Living in hell
Faith for nothing

Die! Sit down in your Throne
Sit down in your fame
Fell my arrive
Pray! for just your life
To arrive in a "paradise"
we are marching on crusade
And you will fall

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