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 Because you know you are blessed Stealing, plundering, no! Take that which is rightfully yours Your book of insane dreams And tyrant king told you so Destroy the non-believers just to save your soul Evangelize the land and make it pure again Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest You want to die in battle