Broken History

Choked’s the faith
By slip noose
Broken History
Time is unchained
So cold, so glazed
Hashammaim are held by earth’s cold grip
We’ll make the Faith be, your will
The crusade’s calling you
I will be your Truth
Rich and poor
Aristocrats
Pure hearted white capes
Monks and servants
Nobles and saints
Everybody run, to roll call
Sold or lost away, thousands of souls
Man shouts: «I'm the Truth»
Cruelty and useless crimes
Is it fake or am i blind?
Was this your Lord’s word?