To the king of the land

There is an insurrection ahead

It starts as a whisper ear to ear and heart to heart



Perfect smile and a selling face



Oppression starts a revival

A reformation of will

What's done is done

I'll meet with you there at the public execution



Tonight we rest free men



The order is drawn smoke out the heathens let them know

Who is in control

It's your very own crusade

Light the torches

The party starts with a bang

Watch as they all fall down



This is an assassination no one's leaving here alive



It's your very own crusade