Marching through the desert, under scorching sun
Warriors of the Cross, their holy quest begun
A thousand miles of hardship, a path of blood and pain
To claim the sacred city, where heaven meets the slain
Blades raised high, they storm the ancient gates
The clash of steel and faith, where destiny awaits
The walls of Jerusalem, echo with the cries
Of fallen knights and martyrs, beneath the burning skies
Blood upon the sand, fire in the night
Deus lo vult, (deus lo vult) we fight with holy might
Jerusalem will fall, under crimson rain
In the siege of the sacred, where faith and pain
Templars and Crusaders, with fervor in their eyes
Driven by a vision, where salvation lies
The cries of desperation, mix with shouts of war
In the heart of darkness, they seek forevermore
In the heart of darkness, they seek forevermore
Banners wave above, a sea of dying dreams
Holy war and torment, splitting at the seams
The faithful and the lost, united by a cause
Banners wave above, a sea of dying dreams
Holy war and torment, splitting at the seams
The faithful and the lost, united by a cause
In the name of glory, despite the moral laws
Under crimson rain, in the siege of the sacred
Where faith and pain
Templars and crusaders, with fervor in their eyes
Driven by a vision, where salvation lies
Blood upon the sand, fire in the night
Deus lo vult, (deus lo vult) we fight with holy might
Jerusalem will fall, under crimson rain
In the siege of the sacred, where faith and pain
Templars and crusaders, with fervor in their eyes
Driven by a vision, where salvation lies
Jerusalem will fall, under crimson rain
In the siege of the sacred, where faith and pain
The city burns in shadow, a testament to strife
The cost of sacred vengeance, the sacrifice of life
Echoes of the fallen, whisper through the stone
Jerusalem in ruins, a victory alone
Now the dawn is breaking, on a land of death and dust,
The dreams of conquest fading, in the breach of trust.
Warriors stand in silence, amidst the silent graves,
The legacy of bloodshed, where the sacred waves.
Blood upon the sand, fire in the night
Deus lo vult, (deus lo vult) we fight with holy might
Jerusalem will fall, under crimson rain
In the siege of the sacred, where faith and pain
In the annals of the ages, the stories will be told
Of the siege of Jerusalem, and the warriors bold
Their legend carved in history, by sword and flame
In the name of conquest, and the holy name