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