Germanic Fren - Cross + Sword

In the silence of the chapel’s stone,
Echoes of a sacred throne.
Armored by a holy vow,
To the cross, we bow.

Whispers stirring in the midnight air,
Divine the burden that we bear.
Marching under heaven’s arch,
On a crusade, we embark.

Cross and sword, the path we wield,
In the shadow of the shield.
Faith and fury intertwined,
In the battle, we find divine.

Thuh!

Through the pagan woods, a blaze,
Crusading in the holy haze.
Conquest in a land untamed,
Evveeery victory, a flameeeee

Swords raised in a grim ballet,
What is the price we pay?
Underneath the banner high,
For salvation, do we die?

In the cross and sword, we trust,
Heavenly might clad in rust.
Two edges of the same steel,
Bless and bleed, save and steal.

Thuh!

Cross and sword, the path we wield,
In the shadow of the shield.
Faith and fury intertwined,
In the battle, we find divine.

Through the Cross and sword, the path we wield,
In the shadow of the shield.
Faith and fury intertwined,
In the battle, we find divine.