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I see another heathen arrive

I hear him bagging for his life

I smell the scents of his blood

running down the blade of my scared steel

and so we ride and fight till we die

in that christian times

show no mercy to the damned and the lost

for the lord and the cross

burning down the fruit of their fields

burning down the villages they live

burning down their hopes and their dreams

their musn´t be a barrier for our saints

and so we ride and fight till we die

in that christian times

show no mercy to the damned and the lost

for the lord and the cross

of blood and honour just open your eyes

the dark century cries

of blood and honour

for glory we are crushing corps till we die

throwing them into our dungeons of light

to give a chance that they can convert

a woundress lesson be tought

throwing them into the throat of hell