Once upon a time, the cross arising, Coming from the shadows of the flames. Once upon a time, the templars riding To the gates of Jerusalem. Oh see them prowling on the plains, A flash of lightning strikes again, The sun has darkened and the icy winds blow cold. Lead by the spirit of the One, We hail the unforgiven son To seek our victory, to bathe in christian blood. They are striking in their battle Down the faithless with their steel. Bless the children of the darkness, Never, to no one they will kneel. So do you hear the battlecry? Blessed by the nameless One am I, My blade is cutting through the unbelieving flesh. Fierce is the iron in my hand, We're armed for our final stand, In fear and agony our enemies shall die. Once upon a time, the cross arising, Coming from the shadows of the flames. Once upon a time, the templars riding To the gates of Jerusalem. They are striking in their battle Down the faithless with their steel. Bless the children of the darkness, Never, to no one they will kneel. And with the drowning sun, The fallen bodies wasted, They claim their victory Of honour and of faith. As they are gathered here, The moon arising slowly, A fair young maid to be Their master's sacrifice. On the hills they are standing proud, Looking up to the sky above, Praise their lord for his endless grace And the d**h of all their enemies. This is the end of all hope, This is the end of your world.