Azrael Songtext
von Warkings

We will fight and win
Fight and die
All that ever changes
The color of the sky

We will sell our soul
We are born to die
A blood-red cross
We will give our lives

Wind brings a whisper
A silent melody
A poem of yearning
Will it set us free?

Marching on the desert sand
God by our side, steel in our hand
March against Jerusalem
We are born to die


Marching through our holy land
Deus lo vult, a sacred band
March across the burning sand
We are born to die

Azrael
Azrael

We will stand and fight
Stand and fall
A holy crusade
For nothing at all

Blood on our blades
Blood on the cross
For our God
Everything is lost

Wind brings a whisper
A silent melody
A poem of yearning
Will it set us free?

Marching on the desert sand
God by our side, steel in our hand
March against Jerusalem
We are born to die


Marching through our holy land
Deus lo vult, a sacred band
March across the burning sand
We are born to die

What is Jerusalem worth?
Nothing
Everything

Marching on the desert sand
God by our side, steel in our hand
March against Jerusalem
We are born to die

Marching through our holy land
Deus lo vult, a sacred band
March across the burning sand
We are born to die

Azrael
Azrael