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Make Red the Sand

The iron clash over civil tongue-lash

Warriors- produced holy words-

Make red the sand by Saracen blood!

Beats of the burning holy stones

Pitter across the river of flame

Chaos; pushing, pushing

Pushing

A symphony of infidel’s cries

-Against Christian’s proclaimed battle-

Jettisoned in the preceding gouge

-Protect the Holy Land for shall

 I bring a Saracen head fresh off the post?-

Were their vicious ambitious cries.

In vain they swung and in Hell they rest,

For the Pope was devious-mischievous

And forever red will sand be.