Riding high upon their horses black
Shined chrome armor upon their backs
In their hands held high, a burning cross
So all can see the burden of their loss
In the horizon, I see a burning light
They've come to seek revenge
They're coming to fight the fight
This time tables are turned
And we will suffer great
We'll feel the agony
Of their anger and their hate
From their gods of fighting
They bear the burning cross
Time brought fate upon us
Now we will suffer loss
There was a time
When our people brought them pain
Slaughtered their women and children
Now we will fight again
This time tables are turned and we will
Suffer great
We will feel the agony of their anger and their hate
They're now upon us
Our people in the mud
Upon their armor
The warm stains of our blood
The time has come for us to
Die as they have died
And our perishing sight will be
Their crosses burning bright
