Riding towards the war like noble ancient knights
Down on their knees they fall before the evil eyes
The symbol of salvation under darker clouds
Facing demons that fell from above
Armed legions of pure evil marching through our world
And the eyes of the brave turn so cold
A martyre calling from a lost millenium
Trusting the word and they die by the crucifix
Drifting further away into a night of mist
Preachers of a fallen temple
Struggling on to raise the crucifix
Disciples worship icons in their church of gold
While the masses keep walking on by
Scriptures of wisdom fading on the walls of stone
As a flower when winter arrives
A martyre calling from a lost millenium
Riding towards the war like noble ancient knights
Down on their knees they fall before the evil eyes
Preachers of a fallen temple
Struggling on to raise the crucifix
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