Riding towards the war like noble abcient knights
Down on their knees they fall before the evil eyes

The symbol of salvation under darker clouds
Facing demons that fell from above
Armed legions of pure evil marching through our world
And the eyes of the brave turn so cold

A martyre calling from a lost millenium

Trusting the word and they die by the crucifix
Drifting further away into a night of mist
Preachers of a fallen temple
Struggling on to raise the crucifix

Disciples worship icons in their church of gold
While the masses keep walking on by
Scriptures of wisdom fading on the walls of stone
As a flower when winter arrives

A martyre calling from a lost millenium

Riding towards the war like noble abcient knights
Down on their knees they fall before the evil eyes
Preachers of a fallen temple
Struggling on to raise the crucifix

The choir of angels standing by the monument
Singing praise led by disharmony
As darkness falls in a protected paradise
The world outside still waits for the feast

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