I rest my hand,
upon golden sand

My glittering sword,
In faith, it has been forged,
With the cross of the Lord

Jeweled rapier and soft silk,
the men I fight
is of that ilk
They do not see the light

This battle of ideological will
I have had my fill
For the paths so wide,
a bitter divide

For one side must fall,
to end it all
But the enemy never does rest,
spreading it’s poison,
far in to the West

For this crusade
We cannot fade,
for the Templar cause,
The cross it draws,
For we must rise,
Defend the faith and the wise
Go to meet,
sit at the Lord’s feet

Now this winged sword I fly
deep into the night
Puts the enemy to flight
They never give up the right,
for they try and try

I sometimes wonder why
when I rest my hand
on soft golden sand
I hear my heart cry
That I have seen this all before
in another time
in another war

Our lessons never learned
Our enemy never turned
Our houses burned
Our entreaties never returned

For if we must,
send our ideological enemies
back to sand and dust
This is not the only way
but our enemies are eager for the fray

My chain mail
has become chain gun
This battle, far from won
We must not fail,
for our time is not yet done

I sometimes wonder why
as I rest my hand,
upon golden sand
at this ideological blunder

For there are no winners,
only the dead
at the battle for the sinners
Only war,
No peace, no law
The enemy will never be enticed
Into the Kingdom of Christ

I sometimes wonder why
as I lay my hand
on this golden sand
Stifle a cry,
Is this why we cannot rest
in the battle between East and West.

Played this game as a kid when it first came out. Such a good game!

great game