I hear the morning prayer ring out From the minaret I can tell that we are nearing The holy city of jehovah lord Set out from Avignon With red crosses and white flags To wrest control of the scared citadel From the infidel Saint Peter be my guide! Saint Stephen be my shield! I watch as blood flows in the streets Cleansing the sepulcher My sword arm is made strong by our lord To kill the young and old Vindicate me in eternity As I strike down your ancient foe Take not a prisoner alive Rip out their rotten hearts Saint Peter be my guide! Saint Stephen be my shield! I kneel before my warlord He shall grant me absolution Lakes of blood for the crest of Christ Valiant knights of papal might