Any Crusade Songtext

The wings of our flyers had the sparcle in the sun. From pacific to atlantic when the final crash begun. We recapture the areas, We recapture the control, We recapture your religion, the crusade goes on. Mankind became the objective point. We had to hunt invaders ocean wide. With the landing on the westcoast, now we bring you new decline. We recapture the areas, We recapture the control, We recapture your religion, the crusade goes on. One million megatons explosive force. Held in the hand of the mightyman. The always our pointed our future course and promises, no tragedy for there land. We recapture the areas, We recapture the control, We recapture your religion, the crusade goes on.