It was the year 1095, in the heart of France.

Summoned by the Papal Decree to the Holy Land,

"Drive out the Infadel from the Realm of Promise!"

"Destroy the enemies of our Lord and restore His kingdom!"

From a heart of darkness came a twisted faith.

Reaching to the far east with a burning hate.

The thunder of the drums of war decended on the masses.

The Great Commission, forged with steel would bring desaster

Religious lies had taken hold

A war of murder, rape and gold

Blood was flowing through the land

A gospel with an iron hand

A ministry death and hate

Millions chained to its carnal state

Mad with the power to control

This is a church with a dark crusade

Centuries have come and gone since the Crusades

But a brutal conquest has still remained

Oppression of humanitiy; conjured conviction

Religion and its tyranny will bring destruction

Just sign here on the dotted line

Do what we say and you'll be fine

You're blind devotion is the key

To save your soul eternally

In the bonds of a legalistic state

You'll find a heart in a rusted chains

Mad with the power to control

This is a church with a dark crusade

Sound mind and reason

Have long been dead and crucified

Soul dead self righteous hypocricy is justified

In the bowels of a prison

Where many souls are laid to waste

You'll find the heart of a church

With a dark crusade