|
Tell me who is that man |
|
With blood on his hands |
|
Pretending he's god |
|
With a mind of his own |
|
Built a tower of stone |
|
To reach for the sky |
|
Is it true what they say |
|
All the things that they do |
|
This tyrant must go |
|
[The crusaders:] |
|
Burn down Jerusalem |
|
light up and carpe diem |
|
hurry now we can't let them win |
|
Burn down Jerusalem |
|
The home of evil men |
|
It must burn and be cleansed from all sin |
|
[The people:] |
|
He can whip up a wind |
|
He can play with your mind |
|
With a gesture so faint |
|
No more whispering campaign |
|
Everywhere on the walls |
|
this devil we paint |
|
See the people in chains |
|
See them suffer in pain |
|
Through the hot desert sand |
|
[The crusaders:] |
|
Burn down Jerusalem |
|
My wish is your command |
|
I'm the king of the desert sand |
|
Burn down Jerusalem |
|
This god forsaken land |
|
It must burn and be cleansed from sin |
|
He's evil at heart - so stay away |
|
and now you've been warned. The tyrant must die |