Текст песни Crusade

From the ashes of this world From the deep black of night We came from misery For freedom of faith For the glory of your hate We are marching on crusade Marching to seek your king and kill him We need holy blood on our skin Crossing heaven's gates, and feeling your faith Your words, your cry: Mercy! Why?! Hell, war Horror, death Choose your fate Praying to God, but Living in hell Faith for nothing Die! Sit on your throne Sit on your fame Feel my arrive Pray! To God, for your life To achieve your paradise We are marching on crusade And you will fall