Riding in righteous rage, laying waste the land Killing women, children, beast and man Raping the young, torturing the old Forging your way to streets of gold Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle Stealing, plundering, No! Take that which is rightfully yours Your book of insane dreams and tyrant king told us you so Destroy the non-believers just to save your soul Evangelize the land make it pure again Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle because you know you are blessed Crusader, kill to please your god above Crusader, make a joyful sound Spill the blood upon the ground You gasp your last breath of icy autumn frost You look into the eyes of the youth whom to your life is lost Cast your blurry glance to the skies, realize No one comes to take your hand from the promised land Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest Crimson gushes from your mouth as you wait for death Crusader, Die to please your god above Crusader, Make a joyful sound Your blood got spilled upon the ground Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com