I hear the morning prayer ring out
From the minaret
I can tell that we are nearing
The holy city of jehovah lord
Set out from Avignon
With red crosses and white flags
To wrest control of the scared citadel
From the infidel
Saint Peter be my guide!
Saint Stephen be my shield!
I watch as blood flows in the streets
Cleansing the sepulcher
My sword arm is made strong by our lord
To kill the young and old
Vindicate me in eternity
As I strike down your ancient foe
Take not a prisoner alive
Rip out their rotten hearts
Saint Peter be my guide!
Saint Stephen be my shield!
I kneel before my warlord
He shall grant me absolution
Lakes of blood for the crest of Christ
Valiant knights of papal might