Azrael

We will fight and win, fight and die
All that ever changes, the color of the sky
We will sell our soul, we are born to die
A blood-red cross, we will give our lives

Wind brings a whisper, a silent melody
A poem of yearning Will it set us free?

Marching on the desert sand
God by our side, steel in our hand
March against Jerusalem
We are born to die
Marching through our holy land
Deus lo vult, a sacred band
March across the burning sand
We are born to die

Azrael
Azrael

We will stand and fight, stand and fall
A holy crusade, for nothing at all
Blood on our blades, blood on the cross
For our god, everything is lost

Wind brings a whisper, a silent melody
A poem of yearning Will it set us free?

Marching on the desert sand
God by our side, steel in our hand
March against Jerusalem
We are born to die
Marching through our holy land
Deus lo vult, a sacred band
March across the burning sand
We are born to die

What is Jerusalem worth?
Nothing, everything

Marching on the desert sand
God by our side, steel in our hand
March against Jerusalem
We are born to die
Marching through our holy land
Deus lo vult, a sacred band
March across the burning sand
We are born to die

Azrael
Azrael