Templar 歌词

Light cloaks, shinning steel Heavy armour, lethal swords Mighty spirits, greedy souls A white horse, carrying it all Killing in the name of the god Burn it into ashes and dust Steal all gold in the power of the cross Take all land, covert all souls They have their reason to take it all To fatten up the holy church They give to god - blood stained gold Poor souls, no spirit at all Castles and convents with mighty doors Crimson drapes and thrones of oak Halls of brave, glory and faith Blessed by the god we raid again They have their reason to take it all To fatten up the holy church They give to god - blood stained gold Poor souls, no spirit at all