San-ctus bel-la-tor, de-fen-sor et ul-tor... San-ctus bel-la-tor, de-fen-sor et ul-tor... Through fields of ash, and through rivers of red, I wore the white cross, and I marched with the dead. For Holy Church, and for crown and for crest, I drove the cold steel through the pagan chest. Now leave the battlefield, wipe the bright blade... The dragon returns to the home he has made! But shadows are whispering inside the hall, A letter is dropped, see the empire fall! They told my sweet dove I was dead in the mud, They drowned her in lies and a river of blood. Elisabeta... the waters grew deep... From the high castle walls, she took the grand leap! Lies on the altar! And lies in the sky! Is this the reward for the heroes who die?! You took her breath! You have stolen my light! Now face the grand wrath of the endless night! I drive my dark steel through the holy wood... Let the cross weep, let it flow with blood! Ma-le-dic-tus! In-fi-ni-tus! Blood is the life! Blood is the king! I curse Your grand grace, from this shattered place! The blood is the life, and the dark is my creed!
