Quis est h***, qui non in melius
Tigris and Euphrates
Witness the royal flames
The enemy of the cross has smashed the gates
Blood drops flowing from our swords
We marched as a savage horde
We died and died until we planted our flag
War drums have sealed the fate
Of thousand condemned disciples
We shall defend the land aginst the saracens
Blood drops flowing from their swords
They marched as a savage horde
They died and died until they planted their flag
The lion walking in the heaven’s door
Waking all the ancient sons of the fallen ones
Defying the ruthless tyrants of the sun
Elder protectors have kneeled before his majesty again
Jerusalem under siege
Entering Damascus gate