Crusaders - Knights of Faith

We know only the darkest side
Of Knights of Faith. We're almost right.
We don't heard all the story wide
About their greed of lands they ride.

But there is one once famous king
That wanted to control them all
He and the pope had paid to bring
Knights' heads to majesties above.

The rulers' will was full of light,
That's darker than that stolen gold
What they took up until Knights' ride.
That story almost stayed untold.

No one has healed Knights' bleeding hearts
And they had gone to other lands.
And who was right when make them hurt
I cannot say. They had no friends.

They had no friends alive, my dear,
And that's why they became so dead.
The memory of them was cleared.
A fear made people blind and sad.

A couple centuries ago
A fear transformed into the hate.
The truth no one can say to all.
In any case it is too late.

And everything we still can do
Is clear the memory again
To feel the both sides and to cure
Old scars. I hope it's not in vain.

The Promised Land they once fought for
They lost in flames. They burnt to ash.
Conquerors' strength was not enough
To rule that land at unfair flash.

3/May/2007