From old Rome [bad word] a-riding On a song with armour shining Christian sons with hearts of anger Bring the book, the cross, the chancre Hallelujah, hallelujah, kiss the cross or they will burn you Hallelujah, hallelujah, they [bad word] to rape and murder
Tell them we've had it all They've had their day now they shall fall Tell them of the turning tide They [bad word] but they can't hide
Across a sea of tears and blood Across a scape of murdered babies They will cleanse and purify For their Christ and for their Lady [ From: [bad word] /www [bad word] wake-of-the-christian-knights-lyrics-inkubus-sukkubus.html ] They will take the joy of love and name it as a badge of shame They will steal and they will plunder They will tell you you're to blame
On the wheel and on the gibbet Broken bodies, broken dreams In the churches, the sheep, the traitors Now they are both pure and clean Hallelujah, hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah