Poor Man's Crusade

The Holy Ghost can't save you anymore

Your soul's condemned to burning hell

So spoke the noble one, he's confessed his own

He's a gifted man

Holy and bright, he's the devil in disguise

Protector of our cross, Beware of us men!

All men's crusade! All men's crusade!

All men's crusade!

The holy land, A map for Breslau,

Is land that's tamed By godless hands.

Jerusalem is waiting for you to rise once again

So we will slaughter in the name of Christ

Oh no, it's just an old man's crusade, old man's crusade

You shed your blood, your body falls This is the price you pay, to cleanse and

in your sins fish shoes and crew let's kill them now let's kill them now

we will slaughter in the name of God

all in all it's just a poor man's crusade

poor man's crusade

All in all, it's just a poor man's crusade

Poor man's crusade