Azrael - WarKings

We will fight and win, fight and die

All that ever changes, the color of the sky

We will sell our soul, we are born to die

A blood-red cross, we will give our lives

Wind brings a whisper, a silent melody

A poem of yearning Will it set us free?

Marching on the desert sand

God by our side, steel in our hand

March against Jerusalem

We are born to die

Marching through our holy land

Deus lo vult, a sacred band

March across the burning sand

We are born to die

Azrael

Azrael

We will stand and fight, stand and fall

A holy crusade, for nothing at all

Blood on our blades, blood on the cross

For our god, everything is lost

Wind brings a whisper, a silent melody

A poem of yearning Will it set us free?

Marching on the desert sand

God by our side, steel in our hand

March against Jerusalem

We are born to die

Marching through our holy land

Deus lo vult, a sacred band

March across the burning sand

We are born to die

What is Jerusalem worth?

Nothing, everything

Marching on the desert sand

God by our side, steel in our hand

March against Jerusalem

We are born to die

Marching through our holy land

Deus lo vult, a sacred band

March across the burning sand

We are born to die

Azrael

Azrael