Songtext von Ancient Black Throne

March ... Knights of war and bravery hail the pennant We will cure the ignorance for the world With blood they will have to pay We will impel the weak and coward ones The greedy construction of our darkest hell Even the decrepit ones we must battle We will never weaken before our new history We will never weaken before our new history From all pulpits we will take out your tyrants There will be no more despotism in your placid margin To the fold, we will send the Christian mob So that our future offspring is honest and proud Don't be another slave, arise Don't be another slave, arise You won't suffer Your coins will not be the betrayal You'll infect no more this noble air With disdain we will treat your faith Your fear will feed my children The pagan hordes will triumph