Bolt Thrower
Текст песни The Fourth Crusade

Mortified by the lack of conscience
Our sanctity bears no relevance

Insignificance is our existence
Hear the litany of life's persistence

Our pleas for mercy
Fall upon unhearing ears
Take my life, my soul
Wipe away these bitter tears

Vanquished in the name of your god
One of the same to whom we all pray

To whom we all pray

Vanquished in the name of your god
One of the same to whom we once prayed

Try to close my mind
From the screams I hear
Repentance is denied
The conformation of my fear