Since the beginning of time A weapon was built and protected To keep the balance in line To guard the forces of the light Do you hear the cries of all the ones that fell? The claw of religion No one will escape The warriors of the cross Through the different eras The sword was sharpened to kill It cuts all the disbelievers Leaving only the serpents alive Never was an instrument of power so distinct and evil Can you feel their hate and hostility? For their will, thousands march into battle The cross that they try to defend so much Will one day only be seen at graveyards Since the beginning of time A weapon was built and protected To keep the balance in line To guard the forces of the light Do you hear the cries of all the ones that fell?
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