The claw of religion - Warhammer

Since the beginning of time

A weapon was built and protected

To keep the balance in line

To guard the ў‚¬"forces of the lightў‚¬ќ

Do you hear the cries of all the ones that fell?

The claw of religion

No one will escape

The warriors of the cross

Through the different eras

The sword was sharpened to kill

It cuts all the disbelievers

Leaving only the serpents alive

Never was an instrument of power so distinct and evil

Can you feel their hate and hostility?

For their will, thousands march into battle

The cross that they try to defend so much

Will one day only be seen at graveyards

Since the beginning of time

A weapon was built and protected

To keep the balance in line

To guard the ў‚¬"forces of the lightў‚¬ќ

Do you hear the cries of all the ones that fell?