March! March! 

March to eastern lands
Follow the Sign of the Cross and the call of gold
Revenge on the greek usurper
And with his blood, the promise of riches

Through the Gate of Romanus they charge
But their will is faltered by fear
The bane of the warrior's mind
That wilts to its burden

The Treacherous Hunt!
For honor and praise of the Lord
The Treacherous Hunt!
Reclaiming the throne of the Romans

They melt the icons and the relics
And betrayed their ethereal stature
Bewildered by the spoils of war and the lust of treasures
In a furious assault, their eyes like in a mirror reflection 
Sees the misery of martyrs impaired match their anger

Holding the shield and the sword
And bearing the wrath of the stars
Forged with an iron heart
Embracing the will of the One
The Spirit! The Son! Until thy kingdom has come

Deus Le Volt
In Seaculorum
Pater, Filium
Domine Iesu
Qui es in Caelis
Ora Pronobis
Signum, Amen!

The city has fallen in their hands
Branding their souls with an eternal sin
The order born through an offering to the divine sovereign