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Ascalon lies on the brink o' collapse

Weakened by fire and steel

Soon the stronghold to the ground will fall

Bringin' the heathen's end near

Rushes through the breach all the Christian horde

Straight to the fatal attack

Soon many shields because of our steel

Will turn red of blood filled

And the darkness upon heathen eyes

Will spread its gloomy veil

In the land where he lived, taught and died

Stronger his law now prevails

Hold the hilt of thy sword, my friend

United we shall never bend

When the wrath of lord rages on

Just a pile remain of rubble burned