Woorden: Voltaire. Crusade.

Long ago I went to war
To fight the scourge of Christendom
I held aloft my blessed sword
And said "By god, let them come!"

They said their eyes are red as flame
I heard it told, from hell they came
Their breath is fire their tongues are forged
Thus are the beast of dragon's gate

I heard my fathers words deep in my heart
Son know your enemy as i know my son

The fates were kind, they let me in
The dragons lair, the den of sin
I placed my sword upon it's heart
And with a prayer I thrust it in

The dragon fell upon the ground
'Twas then I heard a whimpering sound
A dragonling to his father clung
Who only fought to protect his young

I heard my fathers words deep in my heart
Son, know your enemy as i know my son

And now my son is off to war
To fight the new scourge of Christendom
He holds aloft his brazen sword
And says "Death, let them come!"

He swears their eyes are red as flame
And heard it told from hell they came
Their breath is fire their tongues are forged
Thus are the men of Muslim faith

Son, hear your father clear deep in your heart
Son, know your enemy as I would have them know my son