(Intro – whispered chant) Order of the Cross… Templars never fall, power over all… Order of the Cross… History written on the wall. (Verse 1) Cloaks in the shadows, march in precision, Steel in their hands with a holy vision. Kings bow down, yeah they run the division, No blade unseen when they make the incision. From the ruins of Rome to the crown of the East, They feast on control, never call it a beast. Talking about “peace,” but they tighten the chains, Mind over body, they conquer the brains. Check the creed, they’re the law behind thrones, Whisper in the dark where the power gets grown. Symbols in blood, and the cross in stone, Their empire’s built where the secrets are sewn. (Hook – anthem style) 🔥 Order of the Cross, they rise, never fall, Hands on the world, one creed rules all. Power in the night, their banners aloft, Iron and faith in the Order of the Cross. Order of the Cross… Templars in the dark, setting fire to the frost. Order of the Cross… One world, one throne, one cost. (Verse 2) Red on white, that crusader’s code, Every step’s planned on the hidden road. They’re not the knights in your fairytale scroll, They’re the kings of the game, the keepers of control. Behind every war, every pope, every crown, They move like ghosts where the truth’s locked down. Assassins strike but the order’s deep, Carved in the stone where the ancients sleep. Legacy forged in a crimson tide, From Acre to Paris, no place to hide. Silver tongues, sharper than blades, One wrong move and the whole world fades. (Hook – anthem style) 🔥 Order of the Cross, they rise, never fall, Hands on the world, one creed rules all. Power in the night, their banners aloft, Iron and faith in the Order of the Cross. Order of the Cross… Templars in the dark, setting fire to the frost. Order of the Cross… One world, one throne, one cost. (Bridge – dark chant / spoken word) Knights in the code, they don’t need a crown, Pulling every string just to hold it down. Knowledge is power, the blade’s just a tool, They write the laws, yeah, they bend the rules. (Final Verse) Centuries gone, but they still remain, Buried in books, in blood, in chains. Every rebellion, every loss, every gain, Was just a spark in a Templar flame. No mercy, no peace, just a hidden hand, Guiding the fate of every land. You might see light but they built the gloss, Bow to the lords of the Order of the Cross. (Outro – echo) Order of the Cross… (cross…) Templars never fall, power over all… (all…) Order of the Cross… (cross…) Their creed stands tall.
