Deus Vult

As the raging arrows storm the land

Here comes the march of the thousand

As the battle cry waves the flag of cross

As the catapults have its toss

Comes the march of the thousand

As the ringing bell of the sacrament

Life flows like a regiment

As the crowd fights to death

Here comes the march of the thousand

For the glory of God shall they kill

For the glory of God shall they steal

For the glory of God shall they conquer

For the glory of God shall they power

For here comes the march of the thousand

As they baptize the walls with blood

As they siege the halls with mud

As the hearers tremble before them

Here comes the march of the thousand

As the pope reclaims the holy land

As his soldiers die by his hand

As he reason to them what is death

Comes the march of the thousand

So shall the enemy meets fear

So shall they hear

So shall they know Gods wrath

So shall they suffer warpath

Now comes the march of the thousand

Then comes a halt

As the thousand shouts Deus vult