Premonition

The sun unveils a crusaders sword and its reflection:
a desert ambush.
The wind is leading the way for disaster.
A sultan and a king engage in war.

A man ensconced in the Holy City is reading the signs,
and prepares a stronghold for fight.
Ravens fly through a blood red sky.
Stars cry.

Hello there friend and soldier.
Nice to have in arms a brother.
Nice to die on such a lovely day.
We are the front line.
First in place and long remembered.
Our end be the start of this song.

It swallows its prey as the desert digest.

This day is leading the way for disaster.
They see the demon
in each others eyes.
Who falls and who's left to rise, only God will know.

The Battle leads on,
a vicious and terrible nightmare.
In the heat of the moment
every second may count.
Roll the dice!
Write the history only victors can do.

And as he bravely ends the death throe from his foe,
Saladin exclaims in exultation: "Jerusalem is mine.
I want to celebrate this day.
This city is my holy grail.
I will control it now".

They are lost in a battle.
In a blink of an eye;
in the heat of the moment,
you are waiting to die.

I will not end you. We are kings, and kings stand tall.
You will have your game without your pieces.
I will return in thousand years,
and move my kind from east to west.
We will control you all.

And if you look out for the signs
you remember what I tell you:
"Quod sumus - hoc eritis!"