Jerusalem’s dirt
The sandy earth
Flows thick with the blood of innocents
A feudal lord
The crusader’s sword
Violence wrought for sinfulness

Pawns in a line
From Damascus they ride
Sword and banner
And God on their side
Seize the ground
Triumph at the Temple Mount
Spoils for popes
Spoils for kings crowned

Awash in blood for the glory of God
Awash in blood for the glory of God
Awash in blood for the glory of God
Awash in blood

And may his bones be ground to dust, the crusader
And may the hardness of his spirit weigh him down, forever