Wings Of Thunder

(Raynald of Chatillon)

Now the stars are shining

On my way

A sword of steel makes my day

Saladin the Great One

Bloody liar

Burn, burn, burn in fire

And we ride and we ride and we ride and we ride

For the glory, the king and the pride

Oh how we ride, my duty? s calling me to seize the day

In the night we're searching

Lying in wait

Don? t run away it? s too late

Kill the Islam fever

Stop this lie

? Deus lo vult? s? our battle cry

And I know and I know and I know you will go

Into the fire with your soul

Hungry for gold, regain what? s good and right for

heavens sake

On wings of thunder made of steel

We could fly away to the sky someday

Calling the god of victory

He will show us now in a dream somehow

That the evil among us we'll meet on the field

'Cause the truce that we've made our fall it has

sealed

Why does no-one believe no-one open their eyes

Why does everyone trust in their lies

Now the knights are on my side again

We ride for glory, fame and pride, the end

Is near, we heed the call of duty

? Fight for heaven? that? s our fate

Strike them down with your hate

Till death appears in all it? s beauty

Like a screaming symphony

What a sweet melody

When Raynald of Chatillon reapeatedly plundered Muslim

traders? caravans who relied on the uneasy truce

of the early and mid 1180s, Saladin decided to

assemble his army and venture a direct confrontation

with

the Crusaders in July 1187. The shameful defeat at the

Battle of Montgisard (1177) in mind, Saladin? s forces

began their march, determined to crush their Christian

opponents once and for all.