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Crusaders walked on this sacred land Blessed by a gathring of sorcerers The eath cried, her heart bled Soiled by the presence of the dirt They came with their snivelling religion Burned this immaculate site Besmirched this majestic landscape All beauty faded with their coming. Crusaders were slaughtered at the great prestness's behest They were emptied of their blood and their viscous were a regal feast Witches built a great keep with the bones of the dastards Impious bastion of the brave In order to check the Christian invasion The black tower screams.... The blood of the apocryphal knights, the lewdness of Christ's slaves Have given a soul to the dark tower It exists to keep black arts sheltered from the hordes of the factitious god See the splendour of our sovereign keep... Secret site of pagan rites Symbol of the war against the cursed invades of Christ. Lost in the mist, the last bastion will survives One day its hatred will glitter again... ...ad infinitum. From Letras Mania