Crusader, kill to please your god above
Crusader, make a joyful sound
Spill the blood upon the ground

You gasp your last breath of icy autumn frost
You look into the eyes of the youth whom to your life is lost
Cast you blurry glance to the skies, realize
No one comes to take your hand from the promised land

Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest
You want to die in battle