Words by Jean-François René & Pier-Luc Paquin
Music by Ancestral Curse
Riding on his nightmare, approaching the village
Accompagnied by hordes of demons, willing defile for Zumoth's glory.
Entering Gurylon, heading toward church.
Demons ecstasy, feeling of coming war.
The dark crusade, you got to accomplish.
Opening the churuch gates, Thargan hesitates.
priest's voice resonates, will Thargan lost his faith?
Swinging his two-handed sword through the priest's face.
Bloog gushing from his skull sealing the fate of Christians.
No more paladin, now an evil warrior.
Demons crushing all opposition
Peasants, knights, priests, nobody will survive.
The warrior take all things having Some worth in the chrurch
The makes it burns
After the pillage, before they serparate the loot,
Zumoth is coming to add the very final touch.
k**ing men, pushing women and children into the burning church to hear their desperate cries
It's a pleasure
It is going on
And will continue, for eternity
Demons crushing all opposition
Peasants, knights, priests, nobody will survive.
The warrior taking all things having
Some worth in the chrurch
The makes it burns