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Crusader, invader, begone from this land, your presence defiling the earth where you stand,

A mouthpiece for hatred and foul zealotry, you cower away from your earned infamy,

Defending traditions that you never knew, respect and honor are foreign to you,

Begone from this world, and sow no more strife, deus vault yourself into the afterlife.

Indulge your cult with your insanity,

What have you bought now at the cost of your humanity.

Kneel for the cross, and Fall on Your Blade,

March into Hell as your final crusade,

Rot in the bed of repugnance you've made,

Just like Byzantium fall, Fall on Your Blade.

Deceiver, flase preacher, we see through your plan, you're a pestilent slug in the shape of a man,

Disgusting and twisted the lies that your spread, tear your demagogue's tongue straight out from your head,

Your bound for perdition, your faith is untrue, the barest modichum of virtue eschewed,

Your time now has come, and vengeance is nigh, the old gods will smile on the day that you die.

Indulge your cult with more insanity,

Sycophantic heretics now racing towards calamity.

Kneel for the cross, and Fall on Your Blade,

March into Hell as your final crusade,

Rot in the bed of repugnance you've made,

Just like Byzantium fall, Fall on Your Blade.

Kneel for the cross, and Fall on Your Blade,

Christ can not save you as your spotlight fades,

Die in obscurity and a shallow grave,

Cast down from grace as you fall, Fall on Your Blade