As the shadows loom over Vatican
The finest of Christendom convene
On finding ways to salvation
On binding the kings of their nations
Eternal damnation calls their names
Here, in the heart of Europe
It's more than death they now fear
It's the cold justice of the grave
In their handsome armour, assemble the brave
Victory or martyrdom equally craved...
Rains fall upon blighted soil
As legions of the dead slowly advance
The foul stench of evil embroils
Now the living clings to sword and lance
How can mortal weapons stand
Against the might of darkened minds?
How can they alone defend their homes
Unless the scimitar joins in line?
Come the four corners of the world
As heavens weep and the bread is fouled
As maidens of virtue forfeit their curves
And crimson wine fills their bowels
Survival instincts abound
At the hearts of these armed men
The din of battle sharply resounds
Thus sinks the steel to rotten flesh
Arz-ı Şimal'den huruç eyleyende zulmet ol iblis-i bed-siyah arza kamet eyledikte
Tersa vü müselman ve cümle halk feryada durup derya vü âsmân kıyamet eyleridi
Ne dua-yı papa ne niyaz-ı Ka'ba zulmetine hacet eyleridi
Hünkâr-ı cihanın gûşuna vasıl olanda, şedde-i gazabından yer gök feryat eyledi
Ateş-i tiğ kürre-i kalbine duhulen cânı helak oluben ruhu âlem-i ademe ricat eyledi
Ol vakit açıldı felaket
Cem olup halk şah-ı fatihe nazar eylediler
Görende çeşmini "heyhat!" eylediler
Çün zulmet-i lain sinmiş idi aynine
Ol vakitten beridir nasta ikamet eyler...