A black wind of pain is cleansing the land
Crushing the sons of the prophet
As tolerance has failed

Feel no remorse, feel no regret
For our children to live their blood must be she'd
Invoke the true name of God (Shemhamforash)

Reclaim these once free and mighty lands

The spells of the temple bring doom to their halls

Their empire is dying, their culture will fall
Never yield! Never lay down your sword!
Drive your spears through the heart

Of the Saracen hordes
The oath has been sworn
Three spells will be cast

For Katholick Magick and metal will last

Invoking the sigil of

Saint Michael the Warrior
Defender of Europe
The first spell has been cast


Invoking the sigil of
Saint Andrew, the Martyr

Protector of Europe
The second spell has been cast


Invoking the sigil of
Saint Mary, the Virgin
Mother of Europe

The third spell has been cast