Stone is carmine, blood or spice.
The silk road turned red.
I'm so hungry I've bee visited by visions
Of a Christ covered in spice.
Come storm the city walls.
The siege of Antioch.
Now we sleep in the beds of infidels
Starving again as night fell, surrounded.
Saint Andrew told us that the holy lance is here,
So, we dug it out, and we cheered.
Forsake the citadel.
Break the siege of Antioch.
The true cross is open-armed.
Break the siege of Antioch.
Break the siege of Antioch.
God wills it. God wills it.
God wills it. God wills it.