Before death I stand, inside a hallway of enduring shame
not waiting on judgement, for there is none for such crimes,
just abandoned forever pondering worthlessness,
Everyone’s dead
Butchered in narrow streets, along Jerusalem way
slaughtered countless men women children,
No prisoners taken, mere heretics massacred one and all
Our crusade was sanctioned,
Everyone’s dead
Shame on me, shame on...
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