The Battle of Acre (Prelude) Lyrics

With crimson cross on shield and chest

The Templars carved their path

Through desert sands and cities strong

Unwavering in wrath

Each fortress claimed, each tower seized

Beneath their holy might

As echoes of their chants and steel

Broke through the starless night

In distant halls, the call went out

The faithful heard the cry

And under moonlit minarets

They swore they'd not comply

With scimitars and armour bright

They forged a fierce defence

Preparing in the shadowed dunes

To meet the foe's advance

The Sultan's voice like thunder rang

As swords and spears aligned

His battle plan, a storm unleashed

Relentless, cold, refined

With siege machines and iron will

He vowed their walls would break

To end the cross upon their stones

And claim the prize: Acre's Gate

Upon the plains, al-Ashraf stood

His gaze like tempered steel

A call to arms through distant lands

His purpose fierce and real

From Cairo's courts to Syria's sands

His banners rose and spread

As warriors of the Mamluk ranks

Marched forth with silent dread

The evening fell in silent waves

As husbands donned their arms

And shadows touched the tear-stained cheeks

Of those left safe from harm

With whispered prayers and final clasp

They lingered at the door

Their hearts bound tight in fleeting grace

As love was loosed to war