Christ is besieged in his holy land.
Which is now in the hands of the accursed Turks.
You whom he freed from your dark prison,
when he died upon the cross, do your duty!
I beseech you brothers, by the mercy of Jesus Christ,
come to the aid of the Lord.
Deprived of his inheritance, the land where he shed his blood,
go now and receive his grace.
Raise the sign of the cross. Be strong do not delay.
Run towards the prize of heaven.
Free Jerusalem from...
Them! Black foreign dogs. Those infidels. They are evil.
Them! Those Moorish pigs with bristles down their twisted spines.
Them! Who roasted Christian sons and sliced the breasts off Christian wives.
Them! Who desecrate our churches and defile the holy land.
They are the cause of our suffering.
They have brought us shame.
They will kneel before the Lord or they will die.
The blood of the martyr is the grease for the wheels of the war machine.
Arrows raining fire. Stones crushing men.
Burning wax and sulfur, the sign of the firebrand.
Machines shaken to pieces. Towers shatter and fall.
But at the cost of a thousand lives we laid a bridge over the wall.
No mercy! No fear! A holy slaughter in the name of the Lord.
Piles of heads and hands and feet. Black smoke chokes the sky.
The dead litter the street, oh such a wonderful sight.
Thousands of infidels met their doom at the temple of Solomon.
Everyone of them was put to death and we waded in their blood.
How we rejoiced, victorious and triumphant.
This day the Lord hath made. We celebrate the glory of god.
Your son and my son, clean as new swords.
Your man and my man, and now the Lord’s.
Your son and my son, for the great crusade.
With the banner of Christ over them, our new knights made.