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