Sarah, settle down Put your helmet on Walk through streets of gold With cigarettes you hand rolled I don't know you But I don't owe you a thing But
It was the year 1095 in the heart of France Summoned by the Papal Decree to the Holy Land "Drive out the Infadel from the Realm of Promise!" "Destroy
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While the black smoke of the stakes Inquisition was spreading his fetid Pall over the Spain The terrible and ancient Papal Inquisition Continuing his
Yeah, 1,2, yes, yes Uh, Scribble is back Uh I?m from Christchurch the place of my birth My home this earth represent my peep and their worth Phillips
Commanded to fight And defend the light Against the unknown We stand alone Some will die And some will cry We will return Prevent or burn Stranding strong
I used to be so young and invincible The mistakes of my youth are finally catching up to me The face that stares back in the mirror should carry nothing
From the gloving fragments of what remains, The soul shall rise from amongst the flames, From smouldering ruins the power grows, Feel the pulse of fear
No escape, there is no way out, Of this constructed existence, A created image of untrue conception, You cannot find the real you. Manipulated a hyped
Mortified by the lack of conscience, Our sanctity bears no relevance. Insignificance is our existence, Hear the litany of life's persistance. Our pleas
As the sky turns black, And the earth sleeps in peace, Roaming the clouds, In search of a sacred place. Spirits soar higher to a land where they are king
"what do I do next? " said the bishop to the priest, "i have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the feast, And now you say jerusalem
(2 Corinthians 10:3, Ephesians 6:10-13) Chorus Crusader, Crusade for the King Immortal, set fire to the world The love of our faith, the Saviour Hating
The Holy Ghost can't save you anymore Your soul's condemned to burn in Hell Damned for all time So spoke the noble one He convinced us all, he is a gifted
Cold and empty, torn and twisted Freezing blood inside our veins A haze of sadness The eyes of madness Staring at us on our saintly campaign The saintly
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I'm on my way to look out for someone I promise treasures and wonders to be done To those who will follow me on my way To kill the demon, to demand him
All is dark, the moat is dry Shadows fall, the roof lets in the sky All these memories go 'round in my head Of the life I have led Minstrels play familiar