She was the in the lands to the south, beauty so blinding men dared not see, a inspiring tales of angels, enthralling the men so fall to their knees.
To the of the mountains, thirsty of brew, a heathen the strength of ten bears. Slaying crusaders the hangover strikes. Setting his on a maiden in the south.
have thought I'd fall for a heathen, but he is the man in my heart.
Can love be nurtured Our will collide On sides of a war we are chained break 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 that kneel down in I have consumed the bitter of wine The wine of defeat and
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 plague not fade.
A man in my heart my own won't approve a devil is of his name The men of my kin that my won't approve the kinship be in the past
Can this love be Our worlds will On opposite sides of a war we are Our own break 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, he embrace me?
the top, At she can see the valley,- The where lover is awaiting in lust But thoughts of their families makes her mind and heart She is so weary, a is in sight. A nice place to rest they share their night. In the reflection a shadow appears.
A relentless legion to the fate of our kin Crawl it's skin in the of treason, oppression and sin Let the of tyrants begin
Can hate be nurtured Our worlds did On sides of a war we were chained I'll break wills And spill blood It is not treason the hate is pure.
and receive your salvation from hell (repeat)