Germanic Fren - Crusader March

Beating of the drums,
Their echo resounds.
In my chest, I feel it pound,
A rhythm bold, profound.

The gears of war are turning,
The last feast is set.
Tonight we dine in glory,
For tomorrow we meet death.

Every cog, every wheel, every blade,
Forged in the fires for the crusade.
Marching under the cross,
In the Lord's name, we face our fate.
Armor clad and spirit made,
We rise as knights, unafraid.

Crusader March!

Shadows stretch as twilight wanes,
Over fields where honor reigns.
With shield and sword, we claim our creed,
For the holy land, we bleed.

The call to arms, a sacred vow,
We stand as one, our hearts avow.
Under the starlit sky, we pledge,
To reclaim the sacred edge.

Every cog, every wheel, every blade,
Forged in the fires for the crusade.
Marching under the cross,
In the Lord's name, we face our fate.
Armor clad and spirit made,
We rise as knights, unafraid.

Crusader March!

Marching Onwards!

Crusader March!