This is the promised land
Where blood and honey flow
Where god once walked on dusty roads
Advocati sancti sepulchri
We are henchmen in the name of god
And saints lead the attack
To crush the gate of Herod
Enthroned above the holy grave
Advocati sancti sepulchri
We are henchmen in the name of god
Another time you suffered
Your streets are streams of blood
Among ten thousand heathen graves
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