Distant figures upon a hill,
Banners piercing the evening sky.
Swords and lances drawn for the kill,
This time we knew we were going to die!

Chorus
Brave riders from the west,
Take me on thy sacred quest.
In the fire forge your plight,
and with fire and iron we shall fight!
Hail riders from the west,
Take me on thy sacred quest.
In the fire forge your plight,
and with fire and iron we shall fight!

As a storm they swept through our town,
with torces lit and their sign of the cross.
We ran, we begged but they cut us down.
Oh, why have our Gods forsaken us?

Narration:

In partibus infidelium,
Pax restituta est
Per bellum iustum!
Deus vult!