The Battle - Saracen Ascension - Crystallion

Turan is lost, no retreat

The heathens we’ll meet

Not one drop to drink

The spring without reach

Now surrounded by foes

On this damn plateau

This camp is no longer safe

Running out of supplies

Arrows go down

Blinded by smoke we march

Still we go on

Losing faith, our knights defecting — it’s our kings disgrace

This battle is over — we’re beaten and lost

There is nowhere to go

Crusaders defeated — the Holy Land’s lost

Christians down on the ground

Raymond’s charges in vain

There’s nothing to gain

Cut off from the rest

Men and horses were slain

Defections in droves

The only ones brave

The knights of the orders alone

Not more than 3000 men we are

Who are fleeing the fields of death

Escape from the heathen’s grasp

Led by count Raymond and Balian

Attacked by the blazing sun

We are on our way home

Charging on Saladin

Again and again

But it’s all over now

When the tent falls

This battle is over — we’re beaten and lost

There is no way to go

Crusaders defeated — the Holy Land’s lost

Christians down on the ground

Saracen Ascension — our kingdom is gone

We are down on our knees

We will rise again — we will return

Beat them once and for all

«Only a small number of Crusaders survived the battle at the Horns of Hattin

Those who didn’t die or flee from the battlefield were captured,

among them former King Guy of Lusignan, Gerard of Ridefort, Raynald of

Chatillon and many others

In the meantime, Richard I Lionheart, King of England, supported by the pope,

was already preparing another crusade, swearing to regain the Holy Land for

the sake of Christianity.»