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A strong wind near the Golden Horn
Carried our ships to the holy walls
The 'Nea Romi' in the eastern sun
The city that echoes with laughing light

We shall take what they promised to us
For too long we've been hearing their lies
Teased by 'mountains of gold'
We set sail to reconquer the throne

The flame in the chalice
The laying of hands
And blood be the treasure
It washes our stains

Storm the walls
They have stood for thousand years
But tonight they will fall
To the cross and the sword
Your gold and blood
Soaring towers made of stone
All was plundered, all destroyed
A mock in the face of God

We care not for the city, nor hold it in pity
No law but our own, no eagles above
Brother against brother, cross against cross
The shame on our banners, our faith has been sold

The kingslayer has taken the crown
With Varangian swords by his side
But there's no hope for him
Not a soul will escape from our greed

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