The Crimson Cross

Blades glinting sharp under the sun

Boots pound the earth one by one

The air tastes of fire and dust

Oh

Trust

The crimson cross guides where we must

March on brothers

Steel in hand

For honor’s flame and holy land

Through storm and shadow

We take the fight

We are the Templar Knights

Shields held high like the rising dawn

The echoes of chants

They pull us along

Each step a vow

Each breath a claim

We walk for glory

Not for fame

The wind howls loud

But louder still

Our hearts

Our will

Our sacred thrill

March on brothers

Steel in hand

For honor’s flame and holy land

Through storm and shadow

We take the fight

We are the Templar Knights

When the night falls cold

And fear takes hold

We stand as one

Unbroken

Bold

The world may crumble

The stars may fall

But the crimson cross will outshine all