| Let the second Crusade leave, Damascus must be caught
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| Ready we are, come on and lets go
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| Now that Christs shield and power every treasure must be taken
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| Gott mit uns and victory is shown
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| Stealing and killing with a cross on their hearts
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| Sack of the town with no mercy at all
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| Yet the battle is on and theres fight down in the streets
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| Still some quarters on fire, smoke raises high
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| Still the clang of the swords, but we have no time to loose
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| Lets divide the city here and now
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| Suddenly attacked and already expelled
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| Its the Muslim Arab that regains the town
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| So the second crusade sorrowfully close the door
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| Won and expelled, shame and dishonor
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| Led by thirst for power more than faith and dethroned in shame
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| No cross no shield have been worthy nooooo
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| Rough Europes craven kings go back, go home!
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| Empty hands, heavy hearts and the red river flows and grows and grows
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| and grows |