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