Text: Threshold. Wounded Land. Siege Of Baghdad.

burning the sands alight way into the air
dark black clouds obscure the sky a twilight of despair
and babylon is overrun by armies of the lord
who cleanse their souls in holy wars and sing in praise of sword

the mighty cross of jerusalem the crescent moon of troy
saracens and noblemen a sport they all enjoy

churning black, the seas awash environmental doom
oil wells are set alight obscure a darkling moon
euphrates valleys overrun by armies of the west
sent by god to claim their prize a black gold treasure chest

the mighty cross of jerusalem the crescent moon of troy
saracens and noblemen a sport they all enjoy

from the cradle of civilisation springs the mother of all wars
a u.n. team of investigation the breaking of all human laws

we will never finish what we started and break the tyrants rule
just like all those old time crusaders we're the only fools

evil takes what evil needs and there ain't no middle way
just like all those christian martyrs we're the ones who'll pay
join the new crusade