I see another heathen arrive
I hear him bagging for his life
I smell the scents of his blood
running down the blade of my scared steel

and so we ride and fight till we die
in that christian times
show no mercy to the damned and the lost
for the lord and the cross

burning down the fruit of their fields
burning down the villages they live
burning down their hopes and their dreams
their musn´t be a barrier for our saints

and so we ride and fight till we die
in that christian times
show no mercy to the damned and the lost
for the lord and the cross

of blood and honour just open your eyes
the dark century cries
of blood and honour
for glory we are crushing corps till we die

throwing them into our dungeons of light
to give a chance that they can convert
a woundress lesson be tought
throwing them into the throat of hell

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By Mementrax