Crusader کے بول

The banished one who walks among this hell, Confined he's now trapped into this life's cell, The path he chose became his only home, The danger of his blood thirsting syndrome. Boundless he rides, never to find his sanctity, Crushing all false faiths, now in his wake, A ghastly fate. Destroyer of all peacefulness on earth, His thirst for war existed since his birth, His rage be felt and heard throughout the land, The power radiating from his hand. Boundless he fights, trying to find his sanctity, Crushing all false faiths, he walks between, Two worlds unseen are his sins, Riding on deaths lonely whim, Destroying light, and eating night, Never to die, As he lives, None shall forgive, He feeds on sin, He knows not day, The nomad kills on his crusade. Boundless he fights, never to find his sanctity, Crushing all false faiths, he walks between, Two worlds unseen are his sins, Riding on deaths lonely whim, Destroying light, and eating night, Never to die, As he lives, None shall forgive, He feeds on sin, He knows not day, The nomad kills on his crusade.