Tears of Jerusalem

Mighty oars to take us away from our shores Our horsemen marshal their men at arms The trek is long, battles of the blood-soaked Our swords we hold high Above our heads, the cross guides us to righteousness For King and God For we are the Franks, the Knights of Christ Glory be to our Lord, and Urban The council of Clermont shall decree long before us That we are the divine soldiers, Templar’s in gold battle dress The bearers of Christ’s will The heathen Saracens shall lie in pools of blood Below our feet Saladin the Sunni of Tikrit In the valley of Balbeek his wisdoms took hold A warrior of the brave, a man of the peace Whose compassion was ruled by the quill His sword was of last resort A man of traditions and honorable intent The barbarian Franks made it so The land of Christ could not fall into Saracen hands Saladin with his Arabian horses and arrows strong Would show the Franks, their world was wrong He offered peace and passage too The Croisades said Christ or death but never YOU Never, never the Saracens or their evil ways!!! Facing the Tower of David and the Damascus Gate The archers fired every quiver and every bow For six days and nights the ramparts held strong The Saracens fell one after the other, an arrows slow death The Gates of David once more protecting the onslaught on infidel goliaths The Seventh day they all rested Saladin’s messengers demanded surrender as the Franks laughed He warned, I will offer you the Olive branch once, only once True to his word The Mount of Olives was to be the Scarceness victory Bailian surrendered, and the crusades where doomed to the books of history From his teachings of youths wistful past Saladin was of compassion and honor The Christians, the slaves the refugees of war All given safe passage, A gracious Kings heart would save many a soul No blood would flow on the narrow alleys of Jerusalem The Sultan of wisdom allowed all to worship in the kingdom of the Levant Islam was indeed in the golden age The Knights of Christ The Crusaders or Gods will Would draw on one last gasp Lionheart would lead the fatal entourage As each horse was lost in battle Saladin provided Lionheart yet another Honor amongst great leaders, above all Compassion won over battlefield lust The Crusaders fell into the sea of lost memories Jerusalem is lost Lost to the heathens Who have seized the holy lands The battles lost Tears we weep for Jerusalem Tears fall onto the cross Roads of history Paved with pain Tears of Jerusalem