10 times their number
They did not pale in the face
Of certain death
Their soul their armor
Protected by both steel
And faith
They walked on sands
So hot they to burn
Desperate to bring honor
To the Crusade
So many failed
Our true king wears a crown
But instead of gold
It is made of thorns
So we have no excuse
To fear
We hear the call
From the angel's horn
Armageddon has arrived
Soon there will be no more tears
