First Cross - Sanctimony

The afflicted spirit of folk

Is weeping the tears like dew

Stare in its mournful eyes

Where distant fires reflect

Onset of wind blowing hard

The Sky is filled with gloom

On the dew sprinkled fields

Dismal clouds are gathered now

Clatter of horses' hooves

Resounds over the hills

Riders marked by black cross

Ride to bring in their creed

Steel armoured prophets

The warriors of false god

They come with lies and deceit

They capture with fire and sword

Pagans' blood is feeding

Their ancestors hallowed ground

Twilight descends across the woods

The ancient gods are eternaly lost

Sun sets like immersed in blood

To never rise again as before

Night approaches everlasting

And darkness rules the land