Black cowls on their heads
Swords hungary for lives on hands
Inverted crosses shining behind them
To protect his mighty temple
Marching against the fearful scene

Screams coming down means
Thousands of black birds
Covered the grey sky with their beaks
Ready to feed on believers’ veins

Hundreds of torches are getting closer
Angry shouts following from the dark path
No ideas in minds what they’ll face with
Blinding faith drives them to death
No need the result, lost ad initio they’re

“I swear that I’ll defend thy kingdom till the last drop of my cursed blood
I’ll worship your nuns and let them give me the pain which I deserve”

“May be this is the last time we see each other
Our names shall get lost, our flesh shall become dust
But no need to fear my dearest fellow
Thou shalt have the darkest of places in nihil aeternum”

Palace of lustful desires, sinful memories
Such a cloudy place standing on a hill
That lets you be free like a drop from Lethe
All guilt flies from your soul leaving the darkness behind
Now you’re ready to welcome tranquillity

The crowd is attacking mercilessly
And they hold the line with dignity
Knights with dark cloaks slaughter
All the fear flying in the air easily

To defend his mighty kingdom, to show their loyalty
This is the time for the knights with black cowls
Standing in front of inverted crosses with swords on their hands
Who obey almighty Lord and his nuns eternally
Innocence is to worship darkness and obscurity

“I swear that I’ll defend thy kingdom till the last drop of my cursed blood
I’ll worship your nuns and let them give me the pain which I deserve”

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