Wading through ashes,
One night for the kill is all they need
Hell's children burning,
Turn the law of the church into anarchy

Guardians of pilgrims,
Bankers of kings

Maybe they will regret it,
The smell of blood is strong
Which stains on tragic night

Tears sealing the lies on heretic's dawn

God's sign on dusty linen,
Life's sworn to poverty
A holy father's drunk illusions
Commanding them to cross the sea
To dust and heat where pagans breed

Guardians of pilgrims,
Bankers of kings

To David's halls they wander,
Bring down Jerusalem,
The thirst of sickened minds

All they ever feared was lies became the truth
While breaking the ties of clerical circles,
Those undermined His servants' life

There's nothing more but silence,
There's nothing more to prove
We lived a life of violence,
We lived a life of pain
We're wading down the waters
Towards the bright white light
And memories of this day
Will never die