She was the in the lands to the south, so blinding that men dared not see, a smile tales of angels, the men so they fall to their knees.
To the of the mountains, thirsty of brew, a heathen with the of ten bears. Slaying crusaders the hangover strikes. Setting his heart on a in the south.
Who'd have I'd fall for a heathen, but he is the man in my heart.
Can love be nurtured Our worlds collide On opposite sides of a war we are We'll the chains and taint our It is not tainted the heart is pure.
I am a heathen, or so I am by the mob - the masses kneel down in fear I consumed the most bitter of wine The wine of and deception
On the fields of our mothers, the ground is now in the blood of the who died for our home. Our was shattered, in pain we are left The vile stench of this will not fade.
A man in my heart that my own won't a devil is of his name The men of my kin my heart won't approve the kinship be in the past
Can this be nurtured Our worlds collide On sides of a war we are chained Our own will us and spoil what we We can not where the hearts breed hate.
On her way, wandering merry So merry, so of joy and of doubt Wondering, Will he me?
the top, At she can see the valley,- The valley where is awaiting in lust But thoughts of families makes her mind and heart rust She is so weary, a is in sight. A nice place to before they share their night. In the water reflection a appears.
A legion uniting to forge the of our kin Crawl under it's in the blood-pool of treason, and sin Let the bloodshed of tyrants
Can this be nurtured Our did collide On opposite of a war we were chained I'll break their And spill blood It is not when the hate is pure.
Kneel and receive salvation from hell (repeat)