Onward Christian Soldiers
- Cradle Of Filth (2015)You are listening to the song Onward Christian Soldiers by Cradle Of Filth, writer by Cradle Of Filth in album Hammer Of The Witches (Limited Edition). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
Lyrics
Aching floorboards spoke my name
In the belly of the beast to foreign shores
In tune with tides that whispered fame
And fortune for our humble Lord.
Ecclesiastical banners
Unfurl in the manner
Of those who seek conquest and gain.
Sail forth for Outremer
The Promised Land prised from the hands
Of blasphemers amassing there
Awakened from the desert sands capes.
Onward Christian soldiers
Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem
Have fallen to an enemy bolder
It is said to widespread slaughter and rape.
We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross
God wills The Great War to erase
The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans
In defence of our revenant faith.
Political prowess takes to the stage
A pilgrimage led bu the sword
The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage
Against the foul heretic hordes.
The blazing invader Crusader parade
Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored.
Now, papal-led to die
The fatal battle cry
A natural army vies
For stretching Christendom.
Wide, we slay the infidel
Remiss our way to Hell
Pay well the wishing well
With golden martyrdom.
Scaling the towers with power ordained
Dark flowers of infamy bud.
Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign
The temple drinks claret in floods.
Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain
Of women and innocent blood.
Death abides in this domain of ashes
The streets are stained
With the butchered foe
Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing
As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds
Beneath the clouds
That skitter and scatter
Dispersions on the truth of heaven.
We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross
God wills The Great War to erase
The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans
In defence of our revenant faith.
No crescent moon
No prophet of doom
Shall wail above Jerusalem
Vast hypocrites
All grasping for glitz
Have taken The Mount and The Tomb.
Here in the kingdom of loss.
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