Echoes of the Holy Land

[Verse 1] In a land so far, a call to arms, From the pope's own lips, a sacred charm, Knights and peasants, heed the cry, To Jerusalem, we’ll live or die. [Chorus] Through the ages, through the pain, Holy wars and blood-stained plains, From the Lionheart to Saladin's might, We fought for the Holy Land, day and night. [Verse 2] Across the sands, the armies rode, With crosses high, and hearts aglow, In Antioch, we made our stand, Till Jerusalem was in our hands. [Chorus] Through the ages, through the pain, Holy wars and blood-stained plains, From the Lionheart to Saladin's might, We fought for the Holy Land, day and night. [Bridge] Oh, Constantinople, in flames you fell, The Fourth Crusade, a tragic spell, Kings and soldiers, dreams so grand, Lost in the holy, haunted sand. [Verse 3] In Acre's shadow, the end did loom, The final fight, a kingdom's tomb, With each crusade, a tale unfolds, Of glory, loss, and legends told. [Chorus] Through the ages, through the pain, Holy wars and blood-stained plains, From the Lionheart to Saladin's might, We fought for the Holy Land, day and night. [Outro] Now the echoes fade, the battles cease, Yet the memories, they never leave, A legacy of faith and war, In the sands of time, forever more.