Ride south to the land of dread Crimson king called to arms Blessed spirit will take no harm Iron will make the way Arrive on the darkest day Seek the beast and burn its heart Start tearing its limbs apart Salvation damnation The force of persuasion Will know which choice to make Wretched grin, blessed saint Pure evil has no restraints Bastard's blade, razor sharp Cuts straight through the monster's heart River red running free Makes way to thе blood red sea Killed thе beast and burned its heart Ritual fires ablaze in the night Burn on 'til the morning light Salvation damnation The force of persuasion Will know which choice to make Salvation damnation The force of persuasion Will know which oath to break Salvation damnation The force of persuasion Will know which choice to make