Passed days of glory

The magic seems forever gone

But the spirit is still present

As the memory hurts my soul


Hellish crossfire

Burn the race of God

The swords will never sink

Till we ve got what s ours


Never we sweared to the cross

Still the cult lives through us

And forever we belong

To the symbols of profanity


Cries of the dying

Their heritage is for us

The swords will never sink

Till I ve cut your throat


Many who had fought died

Knowing that they had to win

Still it sickens my heart

To see them burning on the pyre

One day my sword will glance

In your fearful eyes

Never we will rest

Never we forget


And we still lurk in the shadows

Awaiting our time to come

As the legions of the beast

Servants of the throne


Hellish crossfire

Burn the race of God

The swords will never sink

Till we ve got what s ours