Children, disciples... Your masters calls you forth
Hold your weapons, grab your swords and march with me to war
By force, by blade or by sorcery
Our cause is just, they call it heresy

In the 13th century of their lord
He's threatened by foe and threatened with war
Shall his desire be fulfilled or shall it be denied?
Honor committed, he must react, his deeds are now obliged

What's left for help, what is it now he requires?
An old man appears and says he knows of his desires
His soul is what he wants, the only thing he needs
The Fire of hell awaits but fulfilled will be the deeds

Let us do the devil's work
And drink from the cup
The vessel of sanctified infernal blood
Chalice of the moon

A new child was born
But not of god's grace
But from infernal shores, far away

He gives his soul in honor of victory
Glory and wile will be his own
A task so simple but sinister
The devil is the true master of earth

The lession is that a sword can be wielded in every way
Don't be afraid to give your soul away
The earthly realm, full of weakness and lies
It doesn't matter to the ones with open eyes

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