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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 Letras de cancionesA 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 From Letras Mania