Ten thousand holy crusaders Are marching off to the south They conquer new lands They all spill blood in the name of their lord Burning, hanging, killing, mutilate All these sins are allowed by the church Abjure your faith, die by the sword Eradicate the heretic, absolution is granted We pray to the same god As our enemies Mysterium fidei A blood lusty army By the will of the pope We march on Killing and burning In the name of the same cross Kill 'em all, let god sort 'em out He'll recognize his own Murders in the name of the one and only god Aberration is history's lot