1. MALIGNANT CRUSADE

Reclaim the holy lands
Cleanse Jerusalem
Regain the strength of the sacred monarchy
The archbishop has sent us to devour
The ancient scriptures collided with our fates

Drench the sands with blood

Take the head of the sultan who dishonored the son
The sun will not rise for you

The archive of our legends
Chant the psalms of the victory
Non-nobis Domine

Hear the choiring bells of the burning city bound to hell

Imbue this fallacy pungent faulted pests
Incapable rodent raise this sacred crest
Heaven, hell, sky and earth
Butcher the defiers, abort this afterbirth

Templar sons, we will stand against the moon and all its demons
And we choir the sacred words
"Deus Vult!"


2. HOLY LAND PURIFICATION OF SARACEN FILTH

Perish the lines, the foul and heretic
Decapitate, senseless slaughter, upon their disbelief

Graves of embodiment masses
Blood red on their deathbeds
Merge the bloodied soil with the bodies of the wretched
No survivors, no remnants

Holy land purification of saracen filth
The rotten stench fills the air
The bowels and bones left to decompose, impaled on a pile stacked ten feet high

Battering ram towards infidel gates, detest their faith for heaven's sake
Reclaim these lands for the Messiah
For in his blessing we retire

Legions will clash and collapse, under blazing sun
Chaos displayed, deed is done
Great loss of lives, massacre
Doomed and forsaken they fall

Infidels will scourge in hell
Bound eternal to be

Holy land purification of saracen filth
The rotten stench fills the air
The bowels and bones left to decompose, impaled on a pile stacked ten feet high

Battering ram towards infidel gates, detest their faith for heaven's sake
Reclaim these lands for the Messiah
For in his blessing we retire

In this metropolis of despair
Jerusalem
Sacred land converts all life to death
Jerusalem

Sacrificed, our God will deliver us victory and vigor
Terrified infidels on the run and the Son will erase them

The malignant crusade
Carried our crosses from light back to the shade
Force them to their knees, bring our enemy to shame

Coup de grace

Warpack set to kill
Like wolves upon lambs
In the name of the Father


3. FIELDS OF CRUCIFIXION

Hung by the cross, that is where you shall remain
Nails through your hands, sacrificed to the desert sun
I've watched your infidel body rot away
Deformed, decomposed, I did not look away

Scarred by the desert sands, your body hangs condemned
My bloodstained hands, eager to kill again

My dear brothers smothered by the sands

I ravage alone on this wasteland filled with corpses
To avenge my fallen brothers, they'll be remembered
Oh holy Son, oh Father, let them arrive in heaven
Oh holy Son, oh Father, let them arrive in heaven

The fields of crucifixion, the crusader's vengeance


4. THE LAST GRANDMASTER

"Curse you King Philip and Pope Clement the Fifth
Let evil swiftly befall those who have wrongly condemned us
Summon them before God
'Cause God will avenge us"

The last grandmaster, tied to a pole on a flaming pile of fire
He keeps his courage while his flesh scorns of his bones
With his last breath he raises his voice and curses the traitors
Death to the king and their saviors

Fought a thousands of battles for them in the holy lands
Now thrown upon a pile of fire
The king, the pope, the traitors

Here I stand surrounded by the flame
A cheering crowd dishonors my name
Remember my name
The last grandmaster's fame!
Now take me agonizing pain!
Agonizing pain!

The grandmaster's death will not be in vain
Gather around templars and saints
We'll reform the sacred order and replenish our name
We'll come for the pope and the king

I sense a crimson blood red sky

The blood of kings will spill tonight
With fear in his eyes, he says goodbye to the ending life