On an auburn hillside, backlit by the dusk Three priests now stand before a horde of somber men Surrounded by the relics of saints now long dead Intimidated by the aura, they obey
Blessed are you, you who go to war Blessed are you, you who fight for God The winds are howling, crying out for change The southern winds are baying, crying out for blood
Here I find myself, a sinner with luck Never have I had to pay for my sins Weary and weak, yearning for absolution Burn! Feeling the blood course through my veins in a brief moment of respite Now there’s a chance to redeem myself and bring some honor back to my name
Kill all who attack the flock Maim all who occupy our lands Burn those who stand in our way Praise all who die for the faith
Settle the debt and clear out the past, that I might make it right with God God surely wills it He wills us to free every lamb that’s under the yoke
Rise, Knights of Bouillon! Rise to the task! Stand up and fight for those who’ve been faithful and true — an unyielding frame This is truly the ideal resolve
There, Jerusalem, a city of light! This is the place where I shall find absolution, mercy divine! This is the place where I shall die
Hold back all your tears, steel all your hearts Wave after wave we shall deny Never again we’ll abdicate another yard of Christian soil Kill! All who hold attack the flock Maim! All who devastate our lands Burn! Those who stand in our way Praise! All who die for the crossTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
