Made Of Iron

This is a story of warfare and of holy alliances
Promises made with fingers crossed, unholy slaughters
To free the sacred land we will march to the south
From the edges of our swords the blood falls on the ground

The towers are under siege the walls will soon be down
And as the gates will break comes our turn to kill now

Refrain:
Fight for the cross, in the land of noone
In this holy war you'll die for jerusalem

The testament was clear ''the vengeance would be mine''
Forgotten seemed these words in 1099
The city had to fall or noone would go back
Crusaders full of hate are ready for attack

The towers are under siege the walls will soon be down
And as the gates will break comes our turn to kill now

Refrain:
Fight for the cross, in the land of noone
In this holy war you'll die for jerusalem