Mist in the morning light
Shadows at the castle walls
Thousands prepared in red and white
The tide rises, the tide will fall
We are bound to glory
Saracens are on the prowl
We shall burn in purgatory
Let your deadly flails are bowl
Saints and sinners
Another lie, it’s time to die
Saints and sinners
Stay in Hell, souls to sell
Battle cry, battle cry, on wings of destiny we fly
Battle cry, battle cry, fires in the eastern sky
Our will is strong like a mountain high
No fear at all yelling the battle cry, battle cry
Mighty gods of fire and rain
Brought us agony and pain
Black are the clouds we summon the dead
We put a price on the sultans head
The islam dwells in Jerusalem
Killing, raping and swear vengeance
Our bodies are a human shield
Victory, our fate is sealed