Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda That captures our hearts Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy Outremer... Four flags are flown without a triumph! As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed O dreadful bereavement! This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine... Under siege... Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals! Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined An eye for an eye Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder Crusaders... Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead! O majestic ironhand of doom Have you received our immolation? Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants: Our despots cleansed the Levant!
