Alba s touto skladbou:
Crusaders,
The Morning After,
Crusaders,
All our lives, we could be your fettered slaves
Your servants hold the whip the churchmen gave
We're pushing, a rock of pain along the road
They get stronger, feeding on the torture's load
You know well, the price we pay to hold our tongue
Poverty, and flowing blood through years long
Pitiless, and you look on, your heart's of stone
Cruelty, your watchword from your studded throne
Ruling, rule by commandments
dragging us helpless down
Ruling, rule by commandments
from an age long gone
Their cruelty, words are sharp as whetted knives
And calling, violence into our lives
An ocean, of human tears all shed in pain
Above us, take the name of God in vain
Darkness, no light of glory in your heart
Coldness, executors of the twisted word
Enforcers, go for the throat of ignorance
False witness, and so much power in your hands
