Perish the lines, the foul and heretic
Decapitate, senseless slaughter, upon their disbelief
Graves of embodiment masses
Blood red on their deathbeds
Merge the blodied soil with the bodies of the wretched
No survivors, no remnants
Holy land purification of Saracen filth
The rotten stench fills the air
The bowels and bones left to decompose, impaled on a pile stacked ten feet high
Battering ram towards infidel gates, detest their faith for heaven's sake
Reclaim these lands for the messiah
For in his blessing we retire
Legions will clash and collapse, under blazing sun
Chaos displayed, deed is done
Great loss of life, massacre
Doomed and forsaken they fall
Infidels will scourge in hell
Bound eternal to be faith
Holy land purification of Saracen filth
The rotten stench fills the air
The bowels and bones left to decompose, impaled on a pile stacked ten feet high
Battering ram towards infidel gates, detest their faith for heaven's sake
Reclaim these lands for the messiah
For in his blessing we retire
In this metropolis of despair, Jerusalem
Sacred land converts all life to death
Jerusalem
Sacrificed, our god will deliver us victory and vigor
Terrified, infidels on the run, and the son will erase them
The malignant crusade
Carried our crosses from light back to the shade
Force them to their knees, bring our enemy to shame
Coup de grace
Coup de grace
Warpack set to kill like wolves upon lambs
In the name of the father