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Siege of Baghdad

Burning the sands alight way into the air,
Dark black clouds obscure the sky a twilight of despair.
And Babylon is overrun by armies of the Lord.
Who cleanse their souls in holy wars and sing in praise of sword?

The mighty cross of Jerusalem,
The crescent moon of Troy.
Saracens and noblemen
A sport they all enjoy.

Churning black, the seas awash environmental doom,
Oil wells are set alight obscure a darkling moon.
Euphrates valleys overrun by armies of the west
Sent by God to claim their prize - a black gold treasure chest.

The mighty cross of Jerusalem,
The crescent moon of Troy.
Saracens and noblemen
A sport they all enjoy.

From the cradle of civilisation springs the mother of all wars.
A UN team of investigation the breaking of all human laws.

We will never finish what we started and break the tyrants' rule,
Just like all those old time crusaders we're the only fools.

Evil takes what evil needs and there ain't no middle way,
Just like all those Christian martyrs we're the ones who'll pay,
Join the new crusade…
Join the new crusade…
Join the new crusade…
Join the new crusade…

Join the new crusade…
Join the new crusade…
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