Listen to us.
Hear the voices of the dead from times long past.
The holy crusades not only cost many lives.
Sense the lingering echoes of hatred and religious intolerance sown back then, still resonating today.

In the shadow of the cross, the banners raised high,
Marching to the Holy Land under a blood-red sky.
Knights and kings and peasants, heed the call to fight,
In the name of holy glory, they ride into the night.

Oh, the cries of the fallen, echo through the ages,
In the wars of the church, written on history's pages.
Blood and fire, faith and pain,
In the name of salvation, only sorrow remains.

Kill them all, their lives don't count!
Leave their dead bodies at the ground!

Cities laid to ruins, beneath a sacred quest,
Innocent blood was spilled, no sinner could rest.
Jerusalem in flames, the holy ground defiled,
In the name of holy order, humanity reviled.

Oh, the cries of the fallen, echo through the ages,
In the wars of the church, written on history's pages.
Blood and fire, faith and pain,
In the name of salvation, only sorrow remains.

Kill them all, their lives don't count!
Leave their dead bodies at the ground!

Unholy wars and broken oaths, under a silent sky,
Pilgrims turned to warriors, all destined to die.
Brother against brother, faith turned into hate,
In the name of holy power, they sealed their fate.

Blinded by their zealotry, they tore the world apart,
Leaving only ashes, where once there was a heart.

Unholy wars and broken oaths, under a silent sky,
Pilgrims turned to warriors, all destined to die.
Brother against brother, faith turned into hate,
In the name of holy power, they sealed their fate.

Blinded by their zealotry, they tore the world apart,
Leaving only ashes, where once there was a heart.
Faith turned into fury, love turned into hate,
In the shadow of the crescent, they sealed their bloody fate.

Oh, the cries of the fallen, echo through the ages,
In the wars of the church, written on history's pages.
Blood and fire, faith and pain,
In the name of salvation, only sorrow remains.

Kill them all, their lives don't count!
Leave their dead bodies at the ground!

From the ashes of the past, a lesson carved in stone,
May we learn from these shadows, may the seeds of peace be sown.
For the ghosts of the Crusades, still whisper in the wind,
A warning to the future, let not such horrors begin.