Hung by the cross, that is where you shall remain Nails through your hands, sacrificed to the desert sun I've watched your infidel body rot away Deformed, decomposed, I did not look away Scarred by the desert sands, your body hangs condemned My bloodstained hands, eager to kill again My dear brothers smothered by the sands I ravage alone on this wasteland filled with corpses To avenge my fallen brothers, they'll be remembered Oh holy son, oh father, let them arrive in heaven Oh holy son, oh father, let them arrive in heaven The fields of crucifixion The crusaders vengeance