Old times of pagan customs Times of darkness Belong now to the past Times have come Where idols can't stand Within the once dark land A white realm arises
Crusaders for the Mighty Enter the land with storm Now upon the proud mountains A holy throne is built
The time has come For Christ to hold sway Because the evil empire is defeated Now the good hordes Invade the scenery That belongs to The Mighty One
Throughout the land Christ's love is spread To build this A holy realm Never will this white realm fall Like the evil did
Proudly I raise my voice to praise The Almighty who won the fight Who shed His blood
