She was the diamond in the to the south, so blinding that men dared not see, a smile inspiring of angels, enthralling the men so they to their knees.
To the of the mountains, thirsty of brew, a heathen the strength of ten bears. Slaying crusaders 'till the strikes. Setting his on a maiden 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 will On opposite sides of a war we are break the chains and our blood It is not when 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 most bitter of The wine of and deception
On the of our mothers, the ground is now soaked in the of the brothers 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 that my own won't approve a devil is made of his The men of my kin that my heart won't the kinship must be in the
Can this be nurtured Our will collide On opposite of a war we are chained Our own break us and spoil what we We can not stay where the hearts 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 valley lover is awaiting in lust But thoughts of their families her mind and heart rust She is so weary, a is in sight. A nice place to before they share their night. In the reflection a shadow appears.
A relentless uniting to the fate of our kin under it's skin in the blood-pool of treason, and sin Let the of tyrants begin
Can this be nurtured Our did collide On opposite of a war we were chained I'll their wills And their blood It is not treason when the is pure.
Kneel and receive your salvation hell (repeat)