Last Crusade

Through burning skies and bloodstained ground, Where heroes fought and death was found, The banners wave, the steel is raised, A storm of vengeance, fires ablaze. The march begins, the war drum sounds, We ride to tear the tyrant down. In shadows deep, the beasts await, To challenge fate at heaven's gate. With sword in hand, with battle cries, We storm the night, we ride the skies. No fear, no pain, we carry on, Until the final day is won. Through fire and flame, through blood and bone, We carve our way to Satan’s throne. The Devil laughs, his voice like steel, But we won’t bow, we’ll never kneel. The cross we bear, the sword we wield, Will break his reign, his fate is sealed. Across the fields of shattered dreams, Where rivers flow with darkened streams, The reaper stands with scythe in hand, But we defy his final stand. The souls of warriors past arise, To join our fight beneath the skies. With every strike, with every blow, We send him screaming down below. The earth it shakes, the heavens crack, But there’s no turning, no going back. The final stand, the final cry, Before the dawn lights up the sky. And as the sun begins to rise, We see the world through clearer eyes. The chains of darkness cast aside, We are the ones who turn the tide. The last crusade, the end of night, We rise victorious with the light.