Heathens, have claimed the holy land of God Christians! We march with axe, spear and rod Screaming, they die for their cause in vain Burning with holy fire they know God’s name Claiming the land of God for christendom Dying! Martyrs for the kingdom come Siege! Siege! Siege! The holy land of God Siege! Siege! Siege! Spill the Heathen’s Blood Godless they die with bloodied sword in hand Marching, we’re here to make a final stand Archers, let your flaming arrows fly Swordsman! Clashing blades prepare to die! Shields up! Swords High! In hand! March on! We Fight! We Stand! Siege! Siege! Siege! The holy land of God Siege! Siege! Siege! Spill the Heathen’s Blood *Younger solo* Live and die in holy light The day is won, our kingdom come I give to you the final Crusade prayer Dear Lord my beloved God, Hold me, Protect me and keep me in the light of your face As my persecution intensifies, my only sin is to uphold the truth The holy word of God Shields up! Swords High! In hand! March on! We Fight! We Stand! Siege! Siege! Siege! The holy land of God Siege! Siege! Siege! Spill the Heathen’s Blood