Thirst for power And raised with cruelty Crusaders have come From the house of war To settle the conquest Of the holy land From hordes of unholy infidels
For the hills of crucifixion And for the dead messiah's grave
Bastard sons Of bastard faiths Rape and pillage And lay to waste Blessed religious Killing spree While they wage Their holy wars
Massacres Without remorse No mercy For what they've done
Holy blood, holy war Spilling blood spill some more Holy blood, holy war Death will reign evermore
Lambs bleed To redeem mankind Violent myth of cross and blood Their gods are Of a wrathful kind As he leaves His martyrs to rot
Massacres Without remorse No mercy For what they've done
When the crescent blade cuts the head And spilled blood soaks the land Bleed for the bleeding lords By their unholy hands
Sons of Dajjal they still live on Singing their apocalyptic songs Sworn to avenge the crusades Kill those who challenge their faith
Bastard sons Of bastard faiths Rape and pillage And lay to waste Blessed religious Killing spree While they wage Their holy wars
Massacres Without remorse No mercy For what they've done
Holy blood, holy war Spilling blood spill some more Holy blood, holy war Death will reign evermore
When the crescent blade cuts the head And spilled blood soaks the land Bleed for the bleeding lords By their unholy hands