God Wills It

Deus lo vult Deus lo vult The cry throughout the land The council at Claremont Brought the sword to hand Salvations sweet promise Oh-oh In numbers unreckoned Came commoner and thief With women and children Desiring Christ's relief A hope for the hopeless Oh-oh Ten times ten thousand The followed Peter south Betrayed by Alexius Across the rivers mouth The bodies lie broken Oh-oh And Volkmar with Emricho Waged war against the Jews "Why fight them abroad" They pillaged the Danube A demon unleashed Oh-oh This fire rages no longer but could burn yet ten times stronger We are grist for the mill Whoa-oh oh-oh Like a snake coiled around us Islam's truth still confounds us This faith of 'peace' Whoa-oh no-oh Still the Templars came onward Along the middle sea In Antioch was found The Spear of Destiny A tale yet to be told Oh-oh Then with hunger and hatred Deep within their hearts They boiled women; ate children An image so stark Would Jesus have partook? Oh-oh Is this fire something we know who was it struck the first blow The Moors push into Spain, or Eastern Rome's domain Many 'truths' there to blind us Many oaths there to bind us Who can claim the right today? No one No On the seventh of May They reached Jerusalem's walls After two months fighting The holy city falls "The slaughter was so great Men walked in blood" Like a scene from a nightmare A cariminium flood!!! In those red days that followed Godfrey was Advocatus Sancti For he would not rule In the place where Christ was slain The vow was fulfilled Oh-oh In Ascalon did Godfrey Stop the Fatamid horde At his death Baldwin Became the holy cities lord God's will it was done Oh-oh Expelled in Saladin's times Another war and untold crimes That place will never know peace The butchery will never cease

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

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Darkness fades after eons of sleep Am I reborn? From my grave torn? Bound in chains Yet no beast am I Though cold steel bars Mismatched eyes see sky My rage grows A powder keg On bleeding knees Will creator beg Smash the walls Cold and grey Scorn the light of holy day

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Feb 12, 2026

An angel of scorn, the lord of the lash. To be ripped and torn, to gore and to gash. Vengeance is born and must sever and slash. All traitors shall mourn in anger and ash. They break your bones, you suffer and moan. Into hell fire you're hurled. Daggers of pain rip at your brain. Soon to be leaving this world. Gasping and crying tortured and dying... The leather caress you give out your last breath. Broken on the wheel. The blood lays in pools beneath the torturer's tools. And flies feast as flames lick the sky. Die Break him

Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 16, 2025