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On an auburn hillside, backlit by the dusk

Three priests now stand before a horde of somber men

Surrounded by the relics of saints now long dead Intimidated by the aura, they obey

Blessed are you, you who go to war

Blessed are you, you who fight for God

The winds are howling, crying out for change

The southern winds are baying, crying out for blood

Here I find myself, a sinner with luck

Never have I had to pay for my sins

Weary and weak, yearning for absolution

Burn! Feeling the blood course through my veins in a brief moment of respite

Now there’s a chance to redeem myself and bring some honor back to my name

Kill all who attack the flock

Maim all who occupy our lands

Burn those who stand in our way

Praise all who die for the faith

Settle the debt and clear out the past, that I might make it right with God God surely wills it

He wills us to free every lamb that’s under the yoke

Rise, Knights of Bouillon! Rise to the task!

Stand up and fight for those who’ve been faithful and true — an unyielding frame

This is truly the ideal resolve

There, Jerusalem, a city of light!

This is the place where I shall find absolution, mercy divine!

This is the place where I shall die

Hold back all your tears, steel all your hearts

Wave after wave we shall deny

Never again we’ll abdicate another yard of Christian soil

Kill! All who hold attack the flock

Maim! All who devastate our lands

Burn! Those who stand in our way Praise! All who die for the cross

Guitar Solo: Michael