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
