Blood Vaults (II - Our Despots Cleanse The Levant) - The Ruins Of Beverast

Our bluster and catapults shatter the holy Holy Lands

Blessed with a warm psalm of apostolic propaganda

That captures our hearts

Between insurmountable city walls and sanctified sodomy

Outremer… Four flags are flown without a triumph!

As we forfeited our North to some cryptic enemies

Reinterpret now the sermon to attack dispensable allies

Let o thy imperial command be a battle cry to the occident

Suspicious we are, yet so spiritually armed

O dreadful bereavement!

This carnage in your honour, and against an impure Palestine…

Under siege… Bless your blood, Franconian cannibals!

Catholic conqueroar ascends in Latin harbours

Old manoeuvres now misled and undermined

An eye for an eye

Feast upon heretical gore and orthodox cannon fodder

Crusaders… Raise the Golden Horn to the conflagration ahead!

O majestic ironhand of doom

Have you received our immolation?

Let our deeds bequeath a martial dogma to our descendants:

Our despots cleansed the Levant!