Choked's the faith By slip noose Broken History Time is unchained So cold, so glazed Hashammaim are held by earth's cold grip We'll make the Faith be, your will The crusade's calling you I will be your Truth Rich and poor Aristocrats Pure hearted white capes Monks and servants Nobles and saints Everybody run, to roll call Sold or lost away, thousands of souls Man shouts: "I'm the Truth" Cruelty and useless crimes Is it fake or am i blind? Was this your Lord's word?